Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26130256-20161011085457

Azzie finished off his bar of chocolate, dropping the wrapper into the pile that had accumulated while he planned. The pile was almost up to his kneecaps, and the grocery bag next to it showed no signs of running out soon. He reached into his stockpile, and the first thing he felt was the heart-shaped box of Mistrali dark truffles, made with Chateau de Bergerac champagne. Not cheap by any stretch of the imagination. He reconsidered, deciding that the day hadn't been quite bad enough to get wasted. Yet. Nah, the marzipan sounded better anyways.

Just as he opened the wrapper, the apartment door opened. Fritz walked in, holding two very large cups of tea. His face had an uneasy smile to it, but the slump in the mercenary's shoulders and the way he dragged his feet more than usual said something was clearly not right. Whatever, they could talk about it once they were alone.

"Took ya long enough, ace!" the magician rose to his feet, ignoring the chocolate orange wrapper stuck to his shoe. "Must have been some great tea, if they took that long to brew it!" After he spoke, Azulius used his Semblance to whisper the next part of his message to the Eliminator.

"We need to talk, slick.  Alone.  Any place here that's away from prying ears?"