[center][h2]Bisuto Ketsu[/h2]
[@AngelofOctober][@Gardevoiran][@Alias][@TheRedWatcher][/center]
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Yes, of course he was taking notes. What psychopath didn't? Well, perhaps plenty, but it was nonetheless an annoying thing to observe as he glanced toward Grant. Of everybody, he was perhaps the most likely to figure out the truth about Ketsu for sheer bloody-minded determination to find out about him; everyone else took it for granted that he had normal human thoughts, like a normal human being, but Grant, it seemed, had to know exactly how people ticked, and that made him a very specific psychological threat.

Yuno, by contrast, was... well, green. A rookie. He'd argue as new as himself, but she had technically been in the field longer than he had; nonetheless, he'd not missed her slight looks toward him. She was already looking favourably upon him, a very open mind... too open, perhaps. Grant was going to read her like a book if she didn't ensconce her emotions more effectively, and there was no telling what he'd do with the information he got out of her.

That said, the coffee shop didn't take long to reach- nice place, very East-meets-West- and Ketsu was more than happy to have his drinks purchased for him. He didn't miss the tone of the server's voice when she spoke to Grant, though... how long had Grant been going to this place, had he said? And was he even slightly cognizant of how she felt for him? Either way, the poor woman was pining for somebody who barely even noticed her, and she had no idea. What a shame.

Eventually, he placed his order, a double espresso which he'd put in just half a teaspoon of sugar into afterward to take the edge off, before moving to sit at the table with Yuno. 'Nice place they have here,' he murmured to her. 'Very interesting style - middle of the road, is all, but never bad from what I've seen.'

Halfway through his sentence, his ear was drawn by the sound of the door to the place opening again, and blinked in surprise, nothing more, as his nose was hit a couple of seconds later by the undeniable scent of ghoul and... something sweet? Turning as though he were merely curious about the noise, rather than instantly on edge, he glanced between the two newcomers to the place, trying to figure out which was-

Well, one of them was actually an idol - he wasn't especially into all that, but the girl was plastered practically everywhere in Ward 8, so it was impossible to not know about Ms. Himehana, though apparently she had a secret fetish for the inhuman and a most pleasurable smell to her. Which meant the man she was practically hanging off of... tall, dark, handsome, a complete unknown, and if he paid attention the source of the smell? Ghoul, 99% certainty. And he had no way of proving it for sure without outing himself in the process. Shit. Best to play it cool for now, then.

'Y'see?' he continued quietly, turning back to Yuno with a grin. 'Not moments after we arrive, and there's already a couple of new customers. Perfectly reasonable place to have a drink and cake. Maybe I'll go here a bit more frequently than I normally do, after all, what do you think?'