It doesn’t take but a block of silence before she’s turning down an alley, stopping at an in-ground window on the dirty concrete. She stomps on the metal grate and a shadowy figure appears behind the murky glass. Whoever is is opens the window and reaches up to slide the metal cover away.
Without a word, Trita steps down into the littered cove and slips inside the window it houses.
The small room’s main light is off, any source of light being all the man electrical pieces on computers and serves that glow blue and green.
“Seriously, you’re going to kill your eyes.”
Like this is her own house, she flips a lamp near the main desk on.
A tall rabbit hybrid man stands near the window still, waiting for Dolan so he can close everything back up. His ears and hair are a soft peach color, clothes dark in contrast to his characteristics, eyes slanted and a deep brown.
“Hm, maybe. I have noticed they hurt more lately.”
The two grin despite the teasing, hugging quickly then pushing away.
“So, you need an ID? It’s been a while. What’s the occasion?”
Trita looks at Dolan when he joins them, pointing right at him. The man’s eyes widen before they narrow skeptically.
“He doesn’t have one so he needs one. An actual one, not a fake persona.”
“I don’t work with humans, Tri. You know that.”
“I know. That’s why you’re working with me who is working with a human. You can feign ignorance to that last part of you want, you know I’m good to cover for you.”
The other hybrid hesitates, glaring down at her with more of a pout than legitimate anger.
“It’s going to cost more.”
“I know.”
Her calm demeanor does nothing for him other than make him sigh and turn away, facing Dolan now with the same animated pout, now folding his arms in front of him for good measure. His childishness isn’t intimidating anyone, he more wants people to know he’s upset like a child without dessert.
“Name’s Makun. Ever heard of the four-day blackout? That was me.”
“With the friendly assistance of yours truly.”
The palm of her hand collided with the back of his head, forcing him to bow a little towards Dolan. A mother reminding her child to behave.
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Without a word, Trita steps down into the littered cove and slips inside the window it houses.
The small room’s main light is off, any source of light being all the man electrical pieces on computers and serves that glow blue and green.
“Seriously, you’re going to kill your eyes.”
Like this is her own house, she flips a lamp near the main desk on.
A tall rabbit hybrid man stands near the window still, waiting for Dolan so he can close everything back up. His ears and hair are a soft peach color, clothes dark in contrast to his characteristics, eyes slanted and a deep brown.
“Hm, maybe. I have noticed they hurt more lately.”
The two grin despite the teasing, hugging quickly then pushing away.
“So, you need an ID? It’s been a while. What’s the occasion?”
Trita looks at Dolan when he joins them, pointing right at him. The man’s eyes widen before they narrow skeptically.
“He doesn’t have one so he needs one. An actual one, not a fake persona.”
“I don’t work with humans, Tri. You know that.”
“I know. That’s why you’re working with me who is working with a human. You can feign ignorance to that last part of you want, you know I’m good to cover for you.”
The other hybrid hesitates, glaring down at her with more of a pout than legitimate anger.
“It’s going to cost more.”
“I know.”
Her calm demeanor does nothing for him other than make him sigh and turn away, facing Dolan now with the same animated pout, now folding his arms in front of him for good measure. His childishness isn’t intimidating anyone, he more wants people to know he’s upset like a child without dessert.
“Name’s Makun. Ever heard of the four-day blackout? That was me.”
“With the friendly assistance of yours truly.”
The palm of her hand collided with the back of his head, forcing him to bow a little towards Dolan. A mother reminding her child to behave.
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