#ohshitohSHIIIT IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING

[greedbent]

@bitbrumal || oh homeskillet you know it's time

“Good. You're not busy.”

But the fact of the matter was that Kaz Brekker didn't give a damn whether his current subject of interest actually was preoccupied or not, as the words slid off his tongue mere seconds after setting foot past the threshold. That evening in Ketterdam was about as miserable as most, and the tiny flecks of light reflecting off of the tailored lines of Kaz's coat proved a drizzle accompanied him all the way to this abandoned warehouse. A gloved hand coursed through his hair to set it right. Without another word, he stooped halfway across the room, cane a soft rhythm on the uneven floors.

Though his nose had grown accustomed to odd scents and heavy stenches permeating the alleys of the Barrel, he still couldn't prevent the slightest twitch of a crinkle in his brow each time he went out of his way to visit his medical expert. And as he came within a few strides of the wholly aberrant man (yet Kaz often wondered if “man” was the right term), he deliberately paid no attention to what may have been stealing Dottore's focus until now. The less he knew, Kaz determined, the better.

Which was atypical for him, most cases. Fitting here.

“I have a few questions. Well, more specifically, curiosities that”—unfortunately—“you're best suited to answer,” he broached on an even, if not tepid timbre. “If you're particularly good and cooperative today, then this will be quick and painless and I'll be gone in a matter of minutes.”