( it was rayner's pick, but he was still hoping for somewhere a little nondescript. a dark alley. a rooftop. an abandoned old warehouse. the classics. but he did tell rayner to pick, so he's not going to bitch.
instead, he shows up at the coffee shop five minutes late in the usual dark tank, brown leather jacket, all visible toys left elsewhere in favor of being a little more discreet.
and goes to the counter to get himself some coffee, with his nice city-given credit card. he's fairly certain they're tracking purchases, even more sure that it's not a courtesy and more a trap, but who gives a shit if they follow him here. he hasn't carried any of their shit anywhere aside from places he doesn't mind being followed to. )
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instead, he shows up at the coffee shop five minutes late in the usual dark tank, brown leather jacket, all visible toys left elsewhere in favor of being a little more discreet.
and goes to the counter to get himself some coffee, with his nice city-given credit card. he's fairly certain they're tracking purchases, even more sure that it's not a courtesy and more a trap, but who gives a shit if they follow him here. he hasn't carried any of their shit anywhere aside from places he doesn't mind being followed to. )