Klaus's world narrowed to himself and the trash can beneath him. Eyes watering and the oppressive taste of bile in his mouth, the man groans softly when he looks up to a mint held out before his face. Jumping noticeably at The Fixer's voice, Klaus slowly looks upwards to the man in question, his brows furrowing in confusion at what he assumes is a Master Chief cosplay; nonetheless, a warbly smile is offered and Klaus answers in a quiet, hoarse voice, "Thanks."
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With a grimace at the taste in his mouth, Klaus coughs a few times before pushing his hair out of his eyes - once upright again he takes the offered mint with a visibly shaking hand. The young man spits one last time in the trash can and then gratefully pops the mint into his mouth in an effort to be rid of the horrid taste.
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Any relief he feels, however, is quickly destroyed by the reappearance of oscar clayton. Klaus's expression hitches into confusion as 'big cat' is levelled at him, his head cocking faintly to the side as he tries to parse what, exactly, is happening. "Big cat?" He repeats in bewilderment, though soon turns utterly still as he takes note of the nearby Genesect. "I'm fine. Really," he coughs out, his voice raw while a blush of embarrassment overcomes his features. Then, in a softer voice he murmurs to Oscar, "Thanks."
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He's almost grateful when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket, his hand immediately moving to pull it out for a welcomed distraction from this overall disastrous day. Using the excuse to momentarily ignore his surrounding company, Klaus's expression blanks as he's greeted with a photo of himself from just minutes ago. Taking note that Martín del Mar sent it, Klaus's magenta-rose eyes slowly raise towards the overview where several of Rocket's administration reside; the young man gives serious consideration to texting back a string of swears, but ultimately decides against it, the phone instead shoved roughly back into his pocket and arms crossing over his chest in an effort to self-comfort.
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Thoroughly aware of the attention his has accidentally managed to draw, Klaus keeps his attention glued onto the ground, his face a brilliant scarlet despite his best efforts.

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+ Klaus's no good very bad day continues

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Her latest bit of business only recently tended to, if in spades, and evidenced by the butterfly tape closing a nick in her eyebrow and the other two applied to split, bruise-dusted knuckles, Shioda Yoshiro wonders if she's already late, but takes a deep puff of her dwindling cigarette nonetheless before she ducks through the awaiting doors and out onto the exam room floor. Beside her, his tattered ears flicking to and fro to cast for sound, an Arcanine remains in perfect lock-step, his scar-striped maw muzzled behind an oni-style half-mask.

And while they were a common sight in the illicit, underground arenas of Johto, Torao in his mask and she in her familial Arcanine tattoos, they were distinctly newcomers here, Yoshiro muses as she exhales a slow, sweet breath of smoke through her nostrils and observes the gathering crowd near the bin. But perhaps not as out of place as they could be, she corrects, wondering if those surrounding the green-gilled klaus anchoret intend to bully him into it.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket, and she takes it out to scan a dozen or so recently received messages before tapping out a hasty response.

shioda.y: cant talk now, Amber Lenoir
shioda.y: yes it looks good
shioda.y: seriously cant text
shioda.y: business meeting
shioda.y: make it up to you with ramen later

Rolling her shoulders to relieve a tight muscle, she debates whether or not to cross over and dispose of the cigarette butt, but the helmet glimpsed in the crowd makes the decision for her. Regrettably, Yoshiro decides when the acrid smell of bile hits her, makes Torao rumble deeply in his chest. She flicks the remnants of her extinguished cigarette into the bin, wrinkling her nose faintly before offering a nod of camaraderie to The Fixer .

"Hadn't expected to see a familiar face. How's business?" Yoshiro inquires in a smooth, smoke-limned timbre, before offering a cursory nod to the others as well. "Gentlemen. Ladies. Shioda Yoshiro."

OOC Notes: Participating!

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theo plays coy.

"recent events?"

after another sip, he responds:

"that, and to see who i need to help not get their asses kicked in the future."

his gaze sweeps across the room that's started to fill up.

"looks like we have a good turnout. who's your money on?"

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bryan delarosa

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