[ rucksack slung over his shoulder, fitz passes through the safehouse multiple times over the course of the forty-eight hours heralding both the arrival of new displaced and the emergence of another creature. in truth, he's a bit unassuming, with his plain blacks (grey button-down rolled to the elbows) and scruff. but if nothing else, he's a regular, known to the morningstar staff and rescues alike (greeted with everything from neutrality to enthusiasm, offering the occasional friendly clap on the back and handing off supplies in turn).
this time, cassian catches fitz in the kitchen, as he unloads perishables from his rucksack onto the countertop. a brief scan of him indicates that he's new, one of the faces recently lingering in the building (without anywhere else to go). ]
[ brows lifting. ] Since I checked half an hour ago, but it was touch 'n go for bit there.
[ what with the hulking monster stomping all over New Tokyo. his mouth curves downward. ]
Did you see the news? [ he taps his temple, indicating the neural implant buried deep under the skin. ]
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this time, cassian catches fitz in the kitchen, as he unloads perishables from his rucksack onto the countertop. a brief scan of him indicates that he's new, one of the faces recently lingering in the building (without anywhere else to go). ]
[ brows lifting. ] Since I checked half an hour ago, but it was touch 'n go for bit there.
[ what with the hulking monster stomping all over New Tokyo. his mouth curves downward. ]
Did you see the news? [ he taps his temple, indicating the neural implant buried deep under the skin. ]