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Chris’ bike was many things, but quiet was not one of them. Not typically at the least. It was why, even beneath the ground floor, the dull rumble of its engine was just barely audible as he pulled up next to Cafe Thaza. It took a few moments for the chime to sound when he actually entered the building, and it wasn’t long until heavy footsteps made their ways down the stairs. Nudging open the doors to the room, he held a bag of what looked like groceries in one hand as he approached the gathered group.

His head moved slightly, just enough to notice he was looking at each individual present. “Huh, guess I missed something,” he remarked as he then glanced down at the drying splotches of blood at the floor. Remark aside, he peered over Ma’s shoulder and hummed as he read the message. “Nice, nice.” A wide grin adorned his expression at the prospect of Nightmare work since it’d been some time since he last dealt with the beasties. Placing the bag atop a counter after he said that, he adjusted his shades and took a seat on a stool before he spun around to look at everyone again. 

“So! Anyone figure anything out yet? Hash out any plans?” He spread his arms outwards, gesturing towards everyone that had gathered, as he spoke in a boisterous tone.