[There's too much to read into that, too much implied--or potentially implied--or maybe he's reading into it, looking for something where there's really nothing at all. But it's really the use of his full name that gets under Mitchell's skin, puts that echo of an ache back into his teeth and fingernails in earnest.
But the actual pause between reading and response is very short.]
Great. That's great. [who the fuck are you is too direct, right] Where do they have you living, I'll come to yours. Out somewhere, tomorrow. Since you've got the time.
[And even though he doesn't know that Cutler is a vampire, Mitchell is thinking pretty much the same thing. Nice and public--and also in Heropa, which puts Cutler close, either permanently or impermanently. Not up in Maurtia Falls with Hal Yorke.]
Sounds perfect, mate. Tomorrow afternoon. See you then.
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text;
He isn't in a hurry to talk to most people, these days.
But do I have time for John Mitchell, absolutely. Would you like to meet somewhere?
text; legwork done I'll set something up tomorrow ok
But the actual pause between reading and response is very short.]
Great. That's great. [who the fuck are you is too direct, right] Where do they have you living, I'll come to yours. Out somewhere, tomorrow. Since you've got the time.
text; ok ok ZERO RUSH THO
[ A nice, public shop. Not that he doesn't trust another vampire to keep things under control. ]
text; we'll just see how ambitious I feel ok
Sounds perfect, mate. Tomorrow afternoon. See you then.