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Who ⬤ Jonathan Sims, Martin Blackwood, and Kim Kitsuragi
What ⬤ Meetings
When ⬤ Early-mid September, before explosions
Where ⬤ Sutoku territory
Content Warnings ⬤ Nothing at the moment, will edit if necessary
[all right. He's only going to Sutoku really quickly to get some books and his jacket from Kim. The man had been only kind and understanding to him since he arrived here months ago, and he'd mentioned Martin in passing a few times. Now that Martin is here, it only felt right to bring him round to introduce to some of the Sutoku people he's familiar with.

So he's at the meeting spot they agreed on - a small shop to get coffee or tea - and tugs Martin's sleeve.]

We'll just wait a few minutes, he shouldn't be too long.

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[ Martin follows, gladly, if also nervously? This is the infamous Kim Kitsuragi, then... ]

Do you, er. Know where he is?

No clue, currently. He's got his own work he does, so I try not to ask.

[Of course, he could just know if he wanted, but he doesn't want to resort to that, doesn't want to encourage whatever part of the Eye is here.]

I don't mind waiting.

[ Martin is, frankly, relieved that Jon doesn't. That he still has control over just not Knowing.

He takes in a deep breath. ]

Me neither. Wonder if this place has a sakura rooibos...

[ In many ways, it's difficult to spot Kim coming; he is a deeply insignificant looking man, thick spectacles, perching on a large, crooked nose, something quiet in his gait, a man who does not feel as though he has any need to stand out. At least, that's what you'd think before you spotted the bright orange jacket, a beacon that screams for people to look at him with just as much certainty as the rest of his appearance begs for people not to.

When he makes his way to Jon and Martin's table, he raises a brow at Martin, glancing between the two of them, bag laden with the jacket and the books puckering the crook of his elbow. ]

Hello, Jon. You didn't mention you were bringing a friend. [ He's not bothered by it. But he is surprised. Uncharacteristic of him. ]

Nice to meet you... [ He raises his brow at him, clearly waiting for an introduction. ]

[While Jon wasn't exactly tense or suspicious being out in the area, he's naturally still paranoid. Particularly now that his Beholding abilities are coming back whether he wanted them or not. (He did not. He does not. But he can't ignore how useful it can be sometimes.) So when his shoulders visibly lower hearing Kim's voice, it's nothing more than a relief knowing his... acquaintance? Ally? is all right.

...Right. He gestures between the two of them.]

Martin, this is Kim Kitsuragi. One of the- [Huh. Lieutenant. But not in this place. Shit.] ranked officers for Sutoku. Kim, this is Martin Blackwood, my boyfriend and assistant. He arrived with the most recent Lost Souls. I mentioned him when I spoke to you about my, ah. Situation.

[ Oh. Martin blinks owlishly down at Kim. A rather tall and broad fellow himself, with roan hair going faintly white at the edges, and blurry freckles dotting his face. He's currently in a comfortable looking jumper and jeans - no pretense of a uniform or dressing up, though at least his clothing is quite neat and clean.

Anyway, his limpid brown eyes crinkle up a bit at that description, Jon. ]

Glad "boyfriend" got top billing over "assistant" at least.

[ And then, a quick little nod to Kim. ]

Lovely to meet you. Is it true that Jon's making friends here?

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