He chewed through his food gratefully, though he remained dignified, drinking a glass of some kind of berry juice along with it. He knew better than to skimp on extra sugars at the moment.
Morgan looked up when Emryc asked about their contact and took another drink to wash down what he'd been eating. His eyes were red, and he seemed a little poorly rested, a little tense. Well, he did have to wake up to handle confirming a kill, so it made sense. Morgan paid it no more mind.
"Kerros Tower, top floor, main office," he rattled off from memory, sitting up a little straighter and very carefully putting his silverware down in such a way it didn't scrape against anything. There was already enough noise in here as it was.
"It's not far," he added before popping a bit of fruit into his mouth, the sausages already gone. He pressed his fingertips against a cloth napkin afterwards, repeated the process until it was gone, and then went over his hands one more time just in case. He was done, and the meal was already covered by the same entity who had booked the rooms.
He pushed his chair back- slowly- and stood again, retrieving and slipping on his simple black jacket and patting the pockets to check their contents. Again his fingers slid over his neck, but dropped a second later. That was yesterday. Today it was time to work. He slid the chair back in and would wait for Emryc to rise and be ready before heading out of the hotel. The client had sent their own speeder for the meeting and it should be arriving soon, so he lit a cigarra for the wait.
Morgan looked up when Emryc asked about their contact and took another drink to wash down what he'd been eating. His eyes were red, and he seemed a little poorly rested, a little tense. Well, he did have to wake up to handle confirming a kill, so it made sense. Morgan paid it no more mind.
"Kerros Tower, top floor, main office," he rattled off from memory, sitting up a little straighter and very carefully putting his silverware down in such a way it didn't scrape against anything. There was already enough noise in here as it was.
"It's not far," he added before popping a bit of fruit into his mouth, the sausages already gone. He pressed his fingertips against a cloth napkin afterwards, repeated the process until it was gone, and then went over his hands one more time just in case. He was done, and the meal was already covered by the same entity who had booked the rooms.
He pushed his chair back- slowly- and stood again, retrieving and slipping on his simple black jacket and patting the pockets to check their contents. Again his fingers slid over his neck, but dropped a second later. That was yesterday. Today it was time to work. He slid the chair back in and would wait for Emryc to rise and be ready before heading out of the hotel. The client had sent their own speeder for the meeting and it should be arriving soon, so he lit a cigarra for the wait.
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