Bo's fingers rapped on the door as she went on, vaguely threatening him once more as she was so accustomed, before presenting some sort of vague question to him about a way to cure his hunger pains. Sure, it would be nice to have his pain cure, but it wasn't something that would make up for the hunt and the feast. What kind of fucking thrill was that? Whatever, at least he could stave off the pain and maybe go hero. When baddies refuse to give up, he could always take em down and eat em up. Who'd give him shit for doing his job? Shit, even if they did; he was the former leader of one of the fastest uprising merc groups on the eastern half of the US and that was when he only fought with his fists and the dampening power. He could fend them off and get the hell outta dodge before they could make a grab on him. There was no way he was going to deny the very core of his power, the core of his being. No fucking way.
It was when he was about to speak that he caught a movement on her vaguely human face, the dampening having done a solid job at making her look less toonish. She was much more pleasing to the eyes now, but the person she was and her cartoonish bullshit was still beneath that facade. The movement he noticed was one of annoyance, something that came through her earpiece seemed to say this was taking too long. That she had some place to be. It'd have to do.
"Listen," Bo sighed, leaving the door open as he walked into the kitchen, rummaging through a door for a pen before ripping a napkin and going to write something down. "I'm going to give you my number and you're going to call me [i][b]later[/i][/b] when you're done with whatever it is your ear piece is telling you to do and you've gotten the shit sorted out for me. I'll be here and I won't be leaving until you take care of your end of the bargain." Bo stepped toward her again, shoving the napkin in her hand before returning to the door. "So go, get everything sorted out and I'll discuss terms with you or your boss over dinner. We'll call it a date." Bo paused, drumming his fingers once more on the wooden door, "Don't make this any more difficult than it already has to be."
"Ruby, you bitch" H snarled as another spike of pain seared through his head like a hot poker. He ran along the city streets, following the scent of raspberries that was leading straight to the neighboring park, practically in arms reach of the club. She was there, with another guy who he swore he recognized. He was there the day he kidnapped Ruby, wasn't he? So was the pyro from earlier now that H thought about it. "Huh," he frowned, his pace slowing down to a crawl before he eventually stopped and watched the two at a distance, feeling the fog slowly lift from his mind.
The two piled into a cab after a minute or two of talking and Harper took a deep breath, focusing on the rooftop across the street. "C'mon..." he whispered in a shallow breath, attempting a jaunt. He arrived on shaky feet, retching at the sudden sensation of tearing through time and space. It was always awful the first few times he jumped after being injured or, in this case, mind fucked by a sonic screech. His sea legs, or jaunting legs, were under him in no time as he began to jaunt rooftop by rooftop keeping a close eye on the car. Thankfully due to his power he had to do no more than walk at an even pace and allow his power to do the rest of the work when he reached the end of a rooftop.
The car stopped and the pair exited, one going one way with his robot friends while Ruby went another with a new robot friend of her own. Harper made to effort to teleport after her until he saw he enter the cafe, which he appeared at the door of shortly after she entered. He had given her a few minutes to do whatever she needed with the machine before making his appearance and slid into the shop without making much noise. There was already plenty a distraction in the form of a bewildered, nude boy. For what was something that had happened in the single digits since he and Ruby had known one another, Harper laughed and sat down at a table by the door.
"I was going to drag you out of here," he finally worked out as his laughter subsided, "but I think that can wait a minute. I wanna see how this plays out." Harper had a bit of a smirk on his face as he watched the events unfold before him, leaning on his knee as he took in the events. He wasn't entirely cruel, at the very least, leaving her the option to bug out in the form of his open hand laying on the table. Much like the first time they met, all she had to do was take his hand and he was a get out of jail free card.
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