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[b]La Mansión de Cervántes - Library[/b]
Syed continued to read as Marcus explained Fenaru, intent on finishing what he had started. He was nearly there now! Still, he couldn't help but smile a little at the memories. Even if Moira nearly got her Guilder's license revoked, even if they ended up chasing the wrong suspect. Even if the wrong suspect turned out to be one of Moira's brothers, which resulted in Moira cutting contact with him entirely.

In fact, Moira's body language said it all. She was trying her hardest to hide it, and to be fair she was particularly skilled at that. But as much as her expression remained neutral, her fists clenched tightly before her. The relationships which break into the most pieces are often the ones which were closest before.

"You know what we're all like by now, Xan," he grinned. They did always seem to find themselves in bizarre situations after all. "But yeah, it is understandable. It really is." His smile faded for a moment. No, he had never experianced anything even close to the level of discrimination the nekkomimis faced on a daily basis. But he could relate all the same.

[i]“Unfortunately they managed to get away…”[/i] Marcus continued. [i]“But the Masked Phantom? Him, we’ll catch.”[/i]

"...Hopefully," Syed sounded less than optimistic, which was a suprise to absolutely nobody. "Well, I'm guessing everyone and their dog will be there. Guilders, soldiers, the lot. Why would he [i]want[/i] so many people there? There's arrogance, and then there's... that. There's got to be more to it, surely? Like..." He folded another paper up and rested his chin on his hand again, looking blankly into the middle distance in thought. "It's like hiding in a crowd, I guess. The more people who are there, the easier it is to hide. Maybe? Urgh!" He clenched his fingers in his hair, letting his head drop to the table in his fustration.

"Blaaaaaargh... course we'll catch the git," Moira finally mumbled. Over the course of the last couple of minutes she had rested her head against the surface of the table, feeling relieved at how cool it was against her skin. "Fuck this... is there any staff about? I need coffee. Or juice. Or both. Not together." There was a pause. "...Actually, I'd have them together thinkin' about it."