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Even behind the glass and the thin wall separating them, the man resided within Metallica’s range. The information the Stand fed back to him would be incomprehensible to most people -- incapable of speech or basic sentience, it spoke to him more in images and statistics, not words. Strings of numbers associated with pictures that he had learned to translate subconsciously --

Risotto paused, forcing Metallica to stop it’s so called ‘scan,’ if it could really be called that. He requested that it fed back the last string. With that in mind, he was now ready to meet his new potential recruit.

Pushing away from the window, he strode towards the door, exiting the side and approaching the small little room the other was waiting in. He opened the door, stepped inside, and stared him down.

“You’re dying.”

She’d never seen a café so full! In any other times, she might have simply just moved on to the next -- there certainly were no shortages of places to get coffee in Italy -- but, in her old age it hurt her feet to walk such long distances all the time, and she’s already had to defend herself from no less than two pickpockets already.

So, she decided to scope the place out, deciding that the nice little tucked away table with only a young man focused on some sort of laptop was a safe enough pick. Holy ordered her coffee to go, just in case, and waddled over to greet him.

“ Excuse me, ” Her Italian was perfectly pronounced, if a little askew by the American accent that still stuck with her. Her range of languages was quite impressive, and she was thankful of her mother teaching her native tongue.

“ -- Would it be okay if I joined you? There doesn’t seem to be many tables, and a young kid like you shouldn’t be alone, ” She looked left, then right, leaning in to whisper her experience thus far; “.. there are thieves! ”

For several days, Pet Shop had been observing the human out of an impression of ‘ kinship ’. Recognition, perhaps. Curiosity. Many emotions that sleeted though his narrow intellect and boiled down to ‘ interest ’. Unlike the pitiful crowds that surrounded him, this one hunted.

Not that he used methods the falcon approved of. Too slow. Circumspect. Clumsy by a raptor's standards. Yet effective through means a natural predator's mind did not comprehend. He had learned that much by watching him and his prey, following far above at the same deliberate pace.

          — Why? —

An odd and uneasy question for Pet Shop to have. Humans were too complicated. Incomprehensible except for in fear, when they obeyed nature. Their thinking not like his, rapid and pointed. A loosed arrow with a single target. In comparison, theirs like fireworks. Unguided, lighting up in bursts and fizzling out just as quickly. Aimless. Without context. No use trying to understand.

Nothing a bird should feel frustration at. Fascination remained regardless. Even after seeing similar behavior from the man's flock. But he different. Hunting for sport? Can't be. How could he enjoy it when he never saw the light dying in his prey's eyes? Reproduction? Unclear. ‘ Something ’ was born of his hunts. Nothing human. Something ‘ other ’.

“ -- Are those .. Lisa Frank stickers..?” well, looks like someone had decided to come out of her shell and bother him today.

✿ !

Pre-established relationship | Accepting

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      This was a lot to ask. A lot had to be taken for his word and Mista knew his word didn’t have much weight to it. He didn’t take much offense for knowing what he did know about Malone, the accusations made total sense. But that didn’t mean he was gonna buckle down.

      “I’m just not coming with you, yeah, but I’m not ditching you either,” it was best to speak soft, not slow Melone wasn’t dense, but to keep a level toned might just help. Not really but it didn’t hurt to make an attempt. “--But I promise it’s worth it.”

      Surprises were always a pain why Mista insisted on continuing to partake in them puzzled even him. Exploring this building he’d found something interesting. Would Melone find it the same, quite possibly not and this entire ordeal was pointless? Yeah, but there was only one way to find out. 

      “I gotta go around the back but by the time you get to the center, I should be making my way there.” he paused, “I will be making my way there.” uncertainty wasn’t needed right now. “You just gotta be without me for ten minutes that’s all.”