[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5568688][color=00ff66][h3][b]Qaymu[/b][/h3][/color][/url][img]https://imagizer.imageshack.com/v2/117x117q90/924/oUoOJg.png[/img]
[hr][i]Bldg 1, Restaurant[/i] 
[@Lemons] - Velvet
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"Ahh," Qaymu sighs, scratching his head, "It has been too long for me, as well. I'm lucky that I get the pieces in the right order. "

His nose wrinkled, taking in the rank odors coming from the spoiled food in the kitchen. He didn't need to be fed daily, although he knew he needed to be careful about snacking. He'll have to check to make sure when his food arrived later this week, it was delivered on the day and kept in the coolers. 

His hand hovered over the board, then he picked up his Queen's knight and moved it to F6. There would be problems later, to be sure. He had started playing with his adopted daughter, she was very clever in her responses, not unlike Velvet. Hopefully he wasn't playing with her grandchild - that would be awkward. 

"How do you like working at the bar?" he asked. "Do you enjoy being among the people? Or...?"

Qaymu smiled delicately. It was always best when you could pick and choose your dinner, but he didn't think she'd hunt a regular. Too easy to track the victim to the killer, like that mess in London.