Who: Kusanagi and Knox
When: The night of
this threadWhere: Bar Homra
Style: Whatever works for ya!
Status: Closed.
[ The call for applicants was an interesting enough affair. As Ronald had said, he had been in enough bars to know the inner workings of them, to know the basics but not enough to make every single drink from scratch. But then that was where Kusanagi came in. The reaper was always a rather quick study despite his obvious flaws when it came to things like focus...
And tardiness for one.
He promised he would be there but as expected, he was late by a good five minutes. Perhaps it was ingrained into his system by now not to keep time. But he hurried along enough and sooner or later, Izumo would hear what sounded like a lawnmower engine stopping outside the bar. After yet another moment, he would find a short knock before the door opened and Ronald shuffled himself in with a small sheepish grin. He's gone without his jacket for once. Just his shirt and vest, tie also present and his signature oxfords. ]Called me out... here I am then! Course... could've done with coming a bit earlier, eh?
[ Another small grin as he steps forward, hand extended. ]Mister Kusanagi, I presume?
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