@heartanalytics honk honk.
Cykes & Co.
It was relatively easy to find, close to the university he regularly visited anyhow. One thing happened after the other, him now in the lobby that was peacefully empty due to the time. Nothing wrong with that itself — he didn't break in, unlike with the agency, or any of that stuff. The only concerning part was that he was carrying a bucket filled with at least 4 litres of water. Well, he wasn't moving it around anymore, placing it on the ground, but, it's still not something usual to have with you.
Fiddling with the handle, it's clear he was trying ... something, but he stopped abruptly when the door opened, leaving the water bucket alone.
... There she is.
"Hello, Athena." he'd greet her with zero interest to keep proper formalities. He knew her, after all, even if she might not recognize the avian yet. "I'd like to speak with you." The goose stood up, pretending as if the bucket next to him didn't even exist; it didn't matter right now.
His tone sounded far too serious for an ostensible carefree child. "It's about miss Flora."
















