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Kather had snuck out of the house for the night and found himself wandering a park in the city. It was rather late at night but, even with his parents having been out of the country, that was the only time Kather could ever successfully manage to leave his house. The woman’s voice surprised him and caused him to turn towards her. “In a hotel in Europe most likely.” He responded to her question casually attempting to stay away from her. “Should you be out here? You don’t look like the usual late night park dweller.”

          Keeping his eyes fixated on the hot beverage in his hands, he twirled it around a bit, watching the cup’s contents swirl around. Mostly just to keep himself occupied aside from the chatter. He’d only raise his eyes to her when prompted with a question.

     ❝ Depends on my mood usually. But generally you could say I stick to long-ranged combat the most often. ❞ guns and magical projectiles being his primary focus. Sometimes he’d commit to fighting at a semi-melee range with his spear. And sometimes he just felt like getting there up close and personal with a knife. ❝ And also how much I feel like fucking around with them. For that, close range is much better. You practically get to smell their fear. But that’s just me. ❞

Her left hand holds the cup, while her right hand rests calmly on the table between them. Normally, she’d hide her free hand in her pocket, as she has a knife stashed away there, but the first time she’d attempted that, the reaction was... just as one would expect from another assassin. After that, she decided to keep her hands away from her weapons and instead try to have a civil conversation.