Here We Go Again

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Tal set the cup of coffee back onto the table, struggling to swallow the sip he took with a particularly twisted facial expression as she voiced her various concerns. With a mildly audible gulp, he forced it down, immediately moving his head to his bicep and coughing in an attempt to get the flavor of bitter water out of his mouth. While he was busy trying not to vomit, Komachi had reached over and taken his mini-parasol, and he looked up just in time to find her fumble with it between her fingers and drop it on the floor before asking him when they'd start.

With his proposal and plan laid out already, and since he wanted to dip out of this joint quicker than his dad dipped out of his life, he began to pack up his elaborate diagram as he answered her three questions.

"Yeah, uh, just know that they're gonna pay us enough," he claimed, folding the relatively large sheet of paper up, "I had an exact quote from 'em memorized earlier, but I forgot it after this 'coffee' nearly killed me." Quickly, he took a pause and reached across the table to snatch up the picture he took, stuffing it into the manila folder along with the sloppily-folded diagram and slipping the folder back into his handy backpack.

"As far as leads go, they've got us one really good one and some kinda spotty ones," he said, tapering his voice down to a whisper in order to not attract too much unwanted attention to them, "I'll tell you more about it when we're not in public." It wasn't the most convincing tone he'd ever given someone, but the information he had was not something that he was particularly comfortable with disclosing in public, especially in a relatively empty, quiet cafe with all eyes on him like he was Tupac.

"And lastly, we can start whenever the hell we want, but uh, let's get the outta here first."

He took up his backpack and lazily slung one of the straps over his left shoulder, taking his cup of coffee and standing up, preparing to leave.

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