[Meeting Rhys on Leith to pick up the warrant had been easier weeks earlier - before the pandemic had broken out had seemed simple enough at the time. But then so many had gotten sick (including themselves) and the quarantine had gone into effect and so the warrant?
Still served, just much later than intended.
It's a good thing Rhys didn't give them a time limit for this one.
Still, they managed to make it through Utopia without incident - they're just sure as hell not telling Rhys how they managed that - and the case of questionable tech acquired, soon to be served.
First though.
Kanda glances back to be sure Lavi had a firm grip on the case - without actually meeting his partner's gaze - and then turns to frown at the hostess.]
We should have a private room reserved, probably under that idiot name 'Rhys'.
[The hostess checks again, offers an apology, and then leads them back through the man sitting area and into a small, well appointed room complete with plush seats and fine china neatly arranged on the table. The woman offers a polite nod before retreating, closing the sliding door softly behind her.
Kanda barely spares the room a glance. Instead, he moves over to the wide window to lean against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, gaze fixed sightless on the garden beyond, the sword once more at his hip an oddly comforting weight as he stands there, impatient to get this meeting over.]
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Still served, just much later than intended.
It's a good thing Rhys didn't give them a time limit for this one.
Still, they managed to make it through Utopia without incident - they're just sure as hell not telling Rhys how they managed that - and the case of questionable tech acquired, soon to be served.
First though.
Kanda glances back to be sure Lavi had a firm grip on the case - without actually meeting his partner's gaze - and then turns to frown at the hostess.]
We should have a private room reserved, probably under that idiot name 'Rhys'.
[The hostess checks again, offers an apology, and then leads them back through the man sitting area and into a small, well appointed room complete with plush seats and fine china neatly arranged on the table. The woman offers a polite nod before retreating, closing the sliding door softly behind her.
Kanda barely spares the room a glance. Instead, he moves over to the wide window to lean against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, gaze fixed sightless on the garden beyond, the sword once more at his hip an oddly comforting weight as he stands there, impatient to get this meeting over.]