Ezekiel followed the girl into the restraunt, the soft cold of the air conditoner pumping against his face- too inviting for him to keep the trenchcoat on. As they were lead to their seats, Ezekiel continued the covnersation. "No, It's short for Ezekiel. Nice to meet you Natalie." He concluded with a grin, sitting acrost from her in their booth. As the order was taken, Ezekiel removed the black trenchcoat, setting it next to him in a bundle. He made sure that the coat was folded right to hide the array of flash grenades and other weapons clipped inside- including his large and intimidating pistol. Through the thick leather, you could slightly see the outline of the gun.

Runnign his hands over the ornate black vest he wore buttoned over a dark red dress shirt- eyes flicked back over to Nat. "So what brings you to New York?" He asked, runnign his figners through the inhumanly long black hair that spilled over the front of his shoulders, dangling slightly below the breast of his vest.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane