Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
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Well here he was, sitting outside at a table of a cafe, drinking coffee perhaps, he wasn't sure what the preferred drink of the redhead was. He was up on a balcony, looking around nervously, slight red tinted his cheeks. Lucius just observed these facts from below, standing just out of eyes reach of the twenty-three year old man. A little after the assassin left the lame ass motel, about an hour, more or less. He probably woke up only a little after him, but didn't call until a while after, in an attempt to not look desperate. Though he was, by that time, the guildless mage had already got himself some pain pills. Probably ODed them, but didn't really care, a few more then suggested wasn't going to kill him. The two of them discussed what day, time, and place they would meet up and what they would do. Nine am at a little coffee shop in Rose Garden a couple Saturdays from that day, they would talk about what they would want to do when they where both there. It was about, nine ten, yes, Lucius was late. He sort of just wanted to see how nervous he would get, the longer he took to get there. About this time, being as nervous as he looked, the green haired boy assumed he was thinking something like 'Did I get stood up? No, he probably just woke up late, or' and coming up with other random stuff. Even though he was only ten minutes late, he made his way to the cafe, and ordered himself some iced tea. The dark mage had to wait for a little bit, but he got it. Sip the cold drink from the long straw as he casually walked over to the balcony area.
Sneaking up behind him, he sat himself on the railing and he spoke in a calm and serious tone "Waiting for somebody?" taking a calm sip from the white straw. What Rokuro would see is the teenager dressed in black shorts and a black t-shirt that had a white skull and a skeletal hand giving the middle finger. He only had on black sunglasses, not his hat this time, and he had his long green hair tied into twist braid and seemed to be wet as if he recently got out of a shower. On his feet was his normal black lace up combat boots, on his arms and legs, a verity of small and bigger scars could be seen. And though it couldn't be seen, a bandage was still on his right ankle, the one that got injured on their mission. He also had one still around his stomach, but again that couldn't be seen. Lucius sat there calmly as he waited for the other young man to respond to his question, and regain his composer from the nervousness.
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