Kassogtha
Metropolis watches and thoughtfully smiles
Clay gave another fingers through the hair thoughtless gesture before committing. It was sort of a miracle he had survived Kindred society for the last fourty odd years while being so intensely transparent. Not much of a player, this one. He wages a little internal battle at having to actually bring others to his humble home and thus where he brings his food. But, he reasons to himself, they do not even have to know about that floor. He worries surprisingly little about revealing where he bunks, even if he should.
“Yeah, my home is your... well, we can meet there. Easy enough to buzz folk in.”
He turns to Argyle as he gives them a callback number and fumbles a little for his cellphone, something he only recently took to carrying with him. He holds out a hand as if to say, wait, wait.
“I know we don’t know who did it, but is there... are there folk who might be opposed to us helping like this, who might try’in stop us. Maybe they aren’t the ones who done it though?”
“Yeah, my home is your... well, we can meet there. Easy enough to buzz folk in.”
He turns to Argyle as he gives them a callback number and fumbles a little for his cellphone, something he only recently took to carrying with him. He holds out a hand as if to say, wait, wait.
“I know we don’t know who did it, but is there... are there folk who might be opposed to us helping like this, who might try’in stop us. Maybe they aren’t the ones who done it though?”