add kyle davis, devoted fiancé and law school candidate, to the multiplicity of identities bruno had floating around the seattle streets. what had started as a simple outing for a pack of cigarettes and a mounds bar nearly ended in disaster. a convenience store seemed like the very last place bruno would cross paths with aware citizens, yet the man behind the register had clearly familiarized himself with individuals listed on the d.u.p. watch list -- nothing a little improvising couldn’t fix. so bruno found himself lounging safely underground, a cigarette perched between his lips to top off the chocolate bar he’d never paid for. he’d left the station this morning fully intent on buying the basics. old fashioned. with actual money. but after putting forth the effort of imposing memories of kyle davis on his target, well... he couldn’t let a good opportunity pass him by. bruno’s loot lounged beside him, a bag filled to the brim with mound bars, oreos, gum, and pretzels. the essentials. the telepath raised his gaze to the person nearest to him. “ hey, ” spoken around the cigarette. a pause to light it. “ in a pinch... ” cue an elongated inhale. hazel eyes followed the smoke as it dispersed. “ y’think you could make a good fake fiancé(e) ? ”