#.issyinteractions

[isaganitan]

Location: The Fresh Spin @bloodnglorystart Feel free to assume connections or dm me to plot!

The dryers whirled in a musical sync around him. The black card table opened in front of him. Some laundry folded to the left of him, a deck of cards in the center of the table. In his hands was the newspaper article published. Isagani read it with a quiet hum. One long leg crossed over the other. Ebony tresses in a slight disarray, however he was clean shaven. His face hidden behind the article that claimed his attention.

He heard when the other entered, but didn't comment until he could hear the footsteps get closer to him. "Seems I missed quite a bit." Issy's tone cryptic where he could be glad or disappointed that he had missed the gala. "I have dibs on the best dryer in this place, but I could relinquish it if you beat me in a hand." One finger pointed towards the deck of hards, with the tattoo'd letters of 'FU' clearly on the side. Paper set neatly down so he could face the other person more clearly, while he awaited their response.

[isaganitan]

@hawkinscoopers

Isagani had an itch to scratch. He wasn't one to sit still long, but this latest development had shelved him for the time being. Being normal was overrated, and all the strays he fed were forecasted to grow a dozen pounds by the time this was over.

Issy paced the apartment floor, and let his impulsive nature guide him. The cafe had just opened recently with the scent of fresh brew that blew in small clouds from the opening of the door. With a hum he stepped in with the chime of the bell. Much to his surprise he wasn't the only one that had craved coffee in that moment. Dark irises narrowed in the direction of the familiar man. A twitch to the corner of his lips as a sneer befell them. "Detective Hawkins, do my eyes deceive me?" Fuck, he hoped so. He moved further in, and waived to the barista with a crooked smile. He fought the inner part of him that wanted to lock the three of them inside this building.