Post by Luke Clyburn on Apr 30, 2020 7:25:43 GMT -5
It shouldn’t have been a surprise at this point. Why Luke was at all shocked to find a letter left for him, from someone he wasn’t sure how had his contact information was, a question for the thought leaders of the world. But, nevertheless, Luke was a little surprised at first. Someone he didn’t think he’d be in contact with again wanted to have a talk with him. Of course, at first, Luke turned his nose up at the invitation and intended to not show up. But after being persuaded, and called out a few times, by his two talkative Dolls he decided to be a better person than he normally was and see what he was wanted for. Because chances are this wasn’t a “hey how you been” sort of invitation. He was most likely wanted for something.
Trailing down the streets of Karakura at the beautiful time of day of three fucking AM, Luke kept the hood of his jacket pulled up as he kept the path of the map he had in his head. He’d seen someone every now and then. A businessman finally getting off work, some young horny couple, the rare homeless man, and other people who weren’t noteworthy. It all came together to form the picture of variety you’d see from people. While most people would hiss and scream at the idea of going out at three in the morning, for Luke it was no big deal. He was a night owl, after all. He worked at night and preferred to stay inside during the day. Sure, you could say it was because he was a vampire but night was when danger came out.
Coming to a stop Luke tilted his head upwards to look at the dangling little paper lanterns hanging in front of the doorway. Luke recognized the place as an izakaya, basically a casual bar for people afterwork, and noted that it was one of those alleyway bars. Small, quiet, place away from watchful eyes. Could be a trap. ”Doubtful.” his Doll retorted, immediately backhanding away any Luke’s more paranoid thoughts. ”Never know. Might be a good idea to let me out. I see some cuties wandering around the area, y’know. Might be worth checkin out.” and he was ignored. ”I honestly doubt they’d have bothered with requesting you come to a public place if this was indeed a trap. Besides, they’re not foolish enough to pull such a thing on you.” Windstärke, Luke’s living commonsense, explained.
His eyes resting on the various signs for the bar, Luke sighed to himself before silently agreeing with his Doll. Sliding the door open, the tender gave Luke a greeting that the Bount responded with by bowing his head and pulling his jacket's hood off. Looking around the first thing he noted was the cramped spaces. It really wasn’t that big of a place. Tables and a bar, Luke decided to sit at one of the tables seeing how, after scanning the room, the person he was meeting wasn’t there yet. Only people around was someone in a suit, sitting at the bar and slurping away ramen, a dude by himself at a table, and someone who may or may not have been homeless. Taking a seat, Luke raised his amber eyes when the tender asked what he wanted.
Debating whether or not to drink, Luke decided to bite the bullet and ask for a yebisu. Just the can was fine. He really wasn’t much of a drinker and, when he did, from the can was fine with him. ”You’re quiet. It’s quiet even inside your head. What’s up?” Jäger suddenly asked, not being ridiculous for once, as Luke stared at his functioning watch. You know what’s up. the Bount responded rather bitterly. I don’t really want to be here. he added, putting his hands together and methodically going to work popping every possible part of his fingers and hands. Something he did when he was anxious, unsure, or nervous.
”While you may not want to be here it’s important that you are. Being an ass and making more enemies isn’t a wise idea. It’s literally just to talk. You can talk. Extend a olive branch and you may be able to get over these issues you have with them.” Windstärke explained, causing Luke to give a disgruntled side eye as his beer arrived. He clutched the cold can and downed it three, bitter, gulps before asking for another one from the surprised bartender. He might just need to get drunk for this, otherwise he may not actually talk.