[ Abel is - as ever - ""fashionably"" late, jogging in the door of the quaint establishment in a hasty rush and nearly plowing into some poor sod trying to make their exit; out goes a soft but audible exclamation of apology as he side-steps to let the other party though, ducking his head down in a repentant bob. he makes for a tall and sheepish shape among the demure patrons of the tavern, many of which are attempting to drink away their stresses after a harrowing few weeks; somehow, he sticks out like a sore thumb despite nothing about his dress nor person being remarkable - but most roll their eyes and dismiss him as little more than a buffoon rather than a worthwhile oddity.
it takes the priest a moment to locate Makoto, but a pair of blue eyes are soon falling upon the demon as Abel nudges back the hood of his cloak and begins his meandering approach. though there is nothing hesitant nor unkind in his gait nor his posture, it would be hard not to note the sense of... something. some sense of hesitation, something vaguely guarded - but not wary - about his disposition.
it doesn't take long for his footsteps to come to a halt before the booth that the other tavern-goers refuse to Perceive, and he offers his hand in the way of a shake down to the Kenoma. ]
You look much better than when I saw you last, Mr. M.
[ a collapsed heap, the Being's influence having rendered him unconscious.
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it takes the priest a moment to locate Makoto, but a pair of blue eyes are soon falling upon the demon as Abel nudges back the hood of his cloak and begins his meandering approach. though there is nothing hesitant nor unkind in his gait nor his posture, it would be hard not to note the sense of... something. some sense of hesitation, something vaguely guarded - but not wary - about his disposition.
it doesn't take long for his footsteps to come to a halt before the booth that the other tavern-goers refuse to Perceive, and he offers his hand in the way of a shake down to the Kenoma. ]
You look much better than when I saw you last, Mr. M.
[ a collapsed heap, the Being's influence having rendered him unconscious.
yes... decidedly better today, Makoto. ]