He threw storm blue eyes over the tin container beside him. When he'd found it, it was crusted with rust and took a solid hour to scrape the detritus and form it into something presentable. They may have lived in a wasteland, but the River Styx attempted to display itself as something immaculate, apparently untouched by the apocalypse whilst ironically housing those born from it.
Eyes glanced down at his watch, once a common trinket, now rare and highly sought after. He was lucky to have gotten his hands on it, from victim of the Styx's debase offerings. The hands, that ran smoothly under a recently polished face, denoted that it would almost be noon. He could sense it in the air to- the unpleasant, clinging heat and the threat of of sun bathing the streets above white. He counted himself fortunate that the gang he chose to deal with ran primarily underground, where the atmosphere was cool and the cadence a rhythmic dripping of water, echoing somewhere in the distance.
It was dim, where everything was an uncertain dark blue figure to the naked eye. With Kaede's Infected vision, he saw all in perfect clarity, including the person approaching him from down the hall, steps loud to his acute hearing.
He ran a hand through his hair, hopefully combing every flyaway strand in place, and greeted the Spade contact with an elegant, "You Aurey?"
Posted 08-15-2021, 09:31 AM
This post was last modified: 08-15-2021, 09:31 AM by Kaede Winchester
it's just business
