[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://media.giphy.com/media/wbomIbUs5Bc2I/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Docks
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	Pleasantries of intentionally offputting conversation aside, Caesar did actually come to this part of town for a purpose. Hopefully, he'd made himself just barely uncomfortable enough a conversationalist to allow his unchallenged exit from the scene, but not quite enough so that it could not be rectified later on with a gruff apology, if needed. If not, his level of fuckgiving on the topic was minimal. He was here to scope out a corporate storage holding. 

	He did, however, have to maintain the level of social nicety with which he had started the interaction. The offer to look into a few companies to suit his fictional storage needs was a polite gesture, whether or not he actually meant to look into it. Who knows? Maybe one day soon they would actually need the extra storage. [color=orangered]"Yeah, I would appreciate that."[/color] He overenunciated the word "appreciate" somewhat, but otherwise kept it casual. Playing down his grasp of the English language may actually work in his favor, depending upon the circumstances. 

	Caesar loosened the buttons on his coat and stuck his hands in its pockets. He didn't bother trying to put an overly pleasant look to his face as he had a moment before. Forcing "happy" made him look like the type that went to the local Rec Center to watch people swim. Creepy. Super Creepy. Instead, he addressed his actual sense of urgency. [color=orangered]"I got one address to check out already, but I'm due for a meeting in about an hour. I'll catch you two later."[/color]

	With that, Caesar strode away, taking an indirect route to his destination. This place could be a legitimate business, merely occupied in part by a questionable company, or it could be a paper holding, fully staffed by an unsavory element. Best to take a look before running in the front door.