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Kylulu
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Simmon had been sitting quietly in the back seat of the cruiser, awkwardly shifting his gaze around. It was extremely tedious, keeping up a facade this long, and the young man was growing bored. Worse yet, the act would need to continue even after he was out of the vehicle, being asked repetitive questions. It sounded like hell. His eyes flicked back to the woman as she spoke to him, giving her a nervous smile as she asked him about his purpose of being in the city. "I'm hoping to meet up with an old friend, actually." He answered honestly. Mostly. "He owes me a favour or two I hope to cash in. If it doesn't trouble him too much." His eyes flicked down to the motion of the woman's hand on instinct. It was held there by the presence of a mark. Not just any mark. THE mark. So this woman had made a contract with Kyubey as well. He adverted his gaze away from her hand before he could be considered staring, the gears in his mind beginning to turn rapidly.
He had a few choices to work with now. Maybe he could play up to her protective nature, act a rookie and be taken under her wing. Though, that all hinged on her being sympathetic to other magi. He could always act the veteran, offer a partnership, or at least a truce for hunting grounds. Still, that'd be taking perfectly good grief seeds right out of his hands. The best course of action, he decided, would be to play dumb. Let her think he's just a normal boy, keep her guard low. Learn what he could from following her around, and then strike when he had a chance. "Will… Will I need to be kept at the station afterwards? I-I'm not too sure how things like this work out."
He had a few choices to work with now. Maybe he could play up to her protective nature, act a rookie and be taken under her wing. Though, that all hinged on her being sympathetic to other magi. He could always act the veteran, offer a partnership, or at least a truce for hunting grounds. Still, that'd be taking perfectly good grief seeds right out of his hands. The best course of action, he decided, would be to play dumb. Let her think he's just a normal boy, keep her guard low. Learn what he could from following her around, and then strike when he had a chance. "Will… Will I need to be kept at the station afterwards? I-I'm not too sure how things like this work out."