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 Two For One, @Yukie // Bart
Hutton Abbott
 Posted: Mar 10 2017, 01:18 AM
20 posts
puppeted by Sarah
Hutt/Button
PST he/him/his
job
book keeper & shadow thief
species
Fae- Jinn
group
seelie court & black market
sexuality
Gray-pansexual
status
Married to the niiiiight~
age
1,415
mature
Smh, maybe?
god must be a lonely man, sitting high up above in his chariot.
N/A
smol shadow



The pull wasn't there, that thing that dictated his steps from one office to the next, perhaps not an office at all in this moment but it was yet. The warehouse floor of the docks was office to them all, a dangerous place for the sandman if you took into account physical size as compared to the size of good stored in boxes. Though if were accounting for this it was a dangerous place for any man who wasn't a literal ten feet tall. Regardless, the point was Hutton's feet didn't still or shy as he strode the warehouse and of his own accord and not because he was tethered. Never again would he be and yet he was, a thing dictated by his own want, a desire bred of loyalty for services far surpassed and rendered accordingly. Deeds done hand in hand as it were.

His own loyalty was unwavering and in that he would not find fault in the claiming of the space beside the archdemon, figurative or actually speaking.

In this moment figurative, and in the moment after? Literal.

The soft cant of his head is given in greeting to those he passed that acknowledged his presence, an easy thing to miss as he flitted from spot to spot on dwarfed legs and without care to those around him. Lost in thought as was usual for the sandman, his penchant for pondering knew no bounds and this moment was no exception. Pondered over things that had no answers, he was aware of their lack but it mattered none, he'd ponder over them anyway. Deals lost, fallen through, yet pending and waiting on the other's approval to move forward. Life's mysteries. It mattered not what it was he'd ponder it at his leisure. In this moment it was over their lack of things outside of this, this endless work day that lapsed into work week into month. And how many had they lost without realizing?

It'd been years likely, though Bart had taken a vacation to make himself an incubus.

No matter, it'd been years outside of that brief moment and in this he'd finally spot the other man, one he'd mark with some odd little flutter of affection, not one that would mark them lovers so much as the familiarity of very old friends. Once master and even in this he'd find little fault in the title as he pinned it to Bart's stately lapel. Hands clasped behind his back he'd pull himself to a quiet stop beside the other man who stood surveying the moving of some latest shipment of something or other. Could have easily been nuts and bolts as it could have been people, neither of the old men standing there would seemingly mind.

"We do this too often, old friend,"

Features calm and even, his blue gaze would remain on the giant shipping boxes moved about with the ease of a forklift. "All this work makes us dull, or so I've been told," and by whom, Hutton? The youth. His gaze would slip sideways to peer at the other a moment in a sidelong glance. "How're the boys?" he spoke of Bart's children, the biological and the made, some current picture of glowing bliss that sighed him in a fashion he'd not waste the energy on to curl his nose properly over. It were youth like these that fashioned them old and dull.

"Suppose we break the mold, Bart. Do something different, make ourselves less dull, hmm?"

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Bartimaeus McLeod
 Posted: Mar 12 2017, 11:17 PM
28 posts
puppeted by Yukie
Mr. McLeod
EST he, him
job
International Trade of SF and Dock Master
species
Demon
group
Hell
sexuality
Heterosexual with a dash of Homo
status
Single
age
1900
mature
Why yes of course
I have one rule. Make a deal and keep it.
N/A
i have hell to raise





“Make sure those get in gently now,” the dock master stood with his hands folded over his cane. It was work to keep these types of people in line. Time was money and it had been very busy time. Souls to collect and deals to be made, it was no wondered Bartimaeus lost his sense of timelines. He loved to bother his sons some more but as summer time rolled around the corner, so where shipments. They would be the busiest time of the year. People would be out, people needed stock to sell and he would have to bring it all to them.

Otherwise, they would be out of business.

His presence would soon gain company. One of familiar status and loyalty. Ages it has been, but he was easily charmed by the man's talents. Beneficial to not only him, but to the sandman himself. Bartimaeus would keep his eyes head on, looking at the cargo to make sure there were no issues as they moved it. "Well, you know me. This is what I do. You sound older than you really are. Save me the mushy respects, Hutton." The demon would chuckle. His heart and soul had nothing else to gain besides through power. That's why he worked. It wasn't hard.

Dull, wasn't a term the demon would call himself. He thought he was quite limber with the status queue. Truly you had to go through multiple routines of work to get where you wanted. Even after death. The mention of his sons was asked. Hutton knew about the engagement. There wouldn't be anything new to tell. "Same as always. It's not as if they beg for my attention. Besides, you know as much anyways."

His head would turn, looking to the fae who's height was judge by many. The demon saw him as almost an equal. Someone that had more than what people could expect. Head tilting, cane lightly tapped at the thought of doing something 'different'. Strange, he thought he did entertaining work on and off the docks. "You purpose an interesting idea. Kinky, but I know it's no such thing." The man chuckled, looking to the ships anchoring on the dock. "What did you have in mind? I'm listening."


sounds kinky~

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Hutton Abbott
 Posted: Mar 13 2017, 05:07 PM
20 posts
puppeted by Sarah
Hutt/Button
PST he/him/his
job
book keeper & shadow thief
species
Fae- Jinn
group
seelie court & black market
sexuality
Gray-pansexual
status
Married to the niiiiight~
age
1,415
mature
Smh, maybe?
god must be a lonely man, sitting high up above in his chariot.
N/A
smol shadow



Standing there as they were, some picture of times long since passed, the jinn would smirk. There was nothing to bother him in the other as he quipped out words to disregard sentiment. A notion that had never really extended to Bart in the least. Mattered little to Hutton, he was not so privy to brush such things off, and thus he'd refer to the other as old friend time and again, as if he'd not heard the lack of need for such things multiple times now. A child who never learned, though he's the least bit childlike, save for perhaps his height.

Or lack thereof.

Hands clasped behind his back the little sandman would watch the warehouse, a second home, or rightly first if he were to discount the library that was his actual home. A thing he spent so little time in it was a wonder he even had it at all. A brow would rise as he pondered over Bart's words, again discounting his not-so-subtle hand wave of the topic. "Mmm, yes. I suppose they do not," He knew of the engagement, he also knew of Bart's penchant for discounting their need of him as well. When had their want for the man ever stopped him from trifling? The fae wouldn't push, though he had noted the presence of the younger of the pair the week before. Oddly devoid of his guardian, the primary incubus, or so Hutton would think of him. His dealings with Justin were minimal but he did have them, subsisted himself outside of Bart without care. They were both far to old to be offended by the branching out beyond themselves.

He needn't Bart to live and vice versa.

Thoughtful the sandman would ponder the moment, hands falling from one another as the idle flick of his fingers would pull his the old gold daric coin from his pocket. Flickered along his knuckles the half-man would think even as the eyes of the man beside him washed over him. Could feel them as assuredly as he did every of Bart's presence when they were stationed nearby. A thing his soul recognized, even as tainted as it was these days. Perhaps more so because of this.

Kinky.

The word itself would pull his gaze. The daric seated between pointer and middle finger, lost the rhythm and tucked it into his pocket without thought. His snort is unceremoniously dry. "You are right to assume it as not." But he already knew such things. Of the pair of them, there was nothing in the half-man that screamed of this and even if he'd been cast to Hell itself, he'd not be one to sire such things as Bart. Kinky was not in Hutton's repertoire of things to inhabit. "Matters little, anything but this. For whatever fun you subscribe to on your off hours, you yet do little of it." He was not devoid of this notion in himself but he also knew the demon's schedule like he knew most things.

"I am no better. I am aware."

His hand would wave gently as it clasped itself behind his back once more, gaze shifting to something sidelong and wondering. "I'm going out. I have a need for more wine, and less work." The corner of his mouth would twitch. "Perhaps I'll procure something for those ridiculous doves of yours, hmm." Thoughtful, whatever did you borrow for a valkyrie and an incubus? "Or," his gaze would turn in full, calm and blue as he peered up at the demon beside him. "Or perhaps I'll pay those thorns from weeks ago a visit," an irritation made pair and yet to have been dealt with for their insubordination. "Nomatter, you're welcome to join, at least for the wine. I don't know how rusty you are at the rest these days, though likely as much as I."

A quiet chuckle would see his gaze filtered back to the docks laid out before them.

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Bartimaeus McLeod
 Posted: Mar 29 2017, 03:28 AM
28 posts
puppeted by Yukie
Mr. McLeod
EST he, him
job
International Trade of SF and Dock Master
species
Demon
group
Hell
sexuality
Heterosexual with a dash of Homo
status
Single
age
1900
mature
Why yes of course
I have one rule. Make a deal and keep it.
N/A
i have hell to raise



The demon gave a small dramatic sigh, leaning on his cane as the dwarf pull away his playful projection. “Honestly Hutton, you’re worse than me in killing a buzz.” Although he never had intention of doing anything, the demon couldn’t help his choice of words. His schedule was as tight and strict as they come. Little wiggle room, but you couldn’t get to the top and stay there when you weren’t working. Force of habits, his nature or his pride, it didn’t matter what it was that kept him there. Bartimaeus didn’t seem to mind his workolic tendencies. He was made for business.

Wine wasn’t his favorite. Scotch, an old brew was hard to resist. Bartimaeus cocked his brow at the mention of the sandman’s planes. The doves as mention made the demon snort with little interest. Regardless of son or business partner, the demon kept his distance when need be. A small tap at his feet with his cane and the dock master shifted to turn away from the docks. His supervising was over as of now. A drink wouldn’t hurt but he doubted he or his company would pay a visit to anyone. Even if the temptation of picking the throws stood heavy, he’d rather not cause more of a commotion than he had to.

“A drink sounds doable.” Bartimaeus gesture to his employee. It was his idea, thus he assumed he could take the lead in where they were to go for a drink. As a man that worked so much with trade and business, he’d understand the importance of credit. “By all means lead the way Mr. Abbott. I can have the car pull around if you so desire and choose the destination. Unless you wish to travel in other ways, I’m willing to part either way.” Bart would wait for the shorter man to decide and the car was his choice of travel.

Without a disagreement, Bartimaeus would walk with the dwarf back to the buildings behind them and away from the docks. He would advise his workers as they were ordered and had a helping hand watch over the progress. Tonight it seemed the boss would take it off. Making their way to the first spot of curb, the car would pull up towards the two and park for them to get in. Bartimaeus would politely open the door first for the dwarf man to get in first before he followed. Once they settled he’d rested his cane on his lap with a sigh. “Where to Mr. Abbott?”
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Hutton Abbott
 Posted: Mar 31 2017, 01:56 PM
20 posts
puppeted by Sarah
Hutt/Button
PST he/him/his
job
book keeper & shadow thief
species
Fae- Jinn
group
seelie court & black market
sexuality
Gray-pansexual
status
Married to the niiiiight~
age
1,415
mature
Smh, maybe?
god must be a lonely man, sitting high up above in his chariot.
N/A
smol shadow



Bart would agree, at least to the drink and in that he'd agree to wander away from this place, at least for the night, for a little while. Set aside work for a scant few hours and enjoy something liquid and lovely on the tongue. A curt nod is offered the other in accordance with this agreement of his, however halted, a thing he agreed to seemingly out of mild want. A doable action that was really neither here nor there in his mind, or so it seemed to the sandman. He'd wave his thoughts away, happy enough that the demon agreed at all to leaving his docks behind for the evening to do something outside of himself.

All work and no play made for a good business man, but a very dull man otherwise.

"The car is fine,"

A hand waved mention as the dwarf spun on his heel and wandered, demon beside, back through a warehouse that was yet busy. Always. Was always busy, an endless prattle of people and things being shuffled around, exacted instructions left behind for the people yet lingering, a foreman instructed with the low curt tone of Bart, like a babysitter left instructions in the wake of of some outing that required their presence at all. It was not so far fetched to consider this place Bart's favored child, however unrelated it was to him, his time was lavished on this place and to that Hutton would find no more fault in the man than he could in a mother who adored her cherub-cheeked infant. He'd made this place, it'd been bred from his loins, figuratively speaking, but it was yet his creation.

Sliding into the car, the dwarf would sit his patience endless as instructions are given to the driver-- "Thirteenth and Madison," before his attention shifted back to Bart. Their conversation aimless and wandering, and as to be expected, business oriented. Trickled over details of a few new clients and the shifting of a few old. Quiet and low their voices would fill the space with their inability to set work aside even for the scant fifteen minutes it took them to relocate to the little shadowed bar tucked between tattoo parlor and mini-mart.

It was a quiet thing, no club would do but neither could Hutton crawl his way to perch in the incubus' bar either. Dark and seedy and yet not the worst, clean and low-lit it was some long forgotten haven for the questionable. It'd receive them without worry as the driver was let go, sent off to end his service for the evening. Wandering into the bar the pair would sidle into some booth, a nondescript seating arrangement at the wall that tucked them well away from prying ears and eyes. Drink procured, a wandering waitress, lone in her job for the evening would set scotch and wine, decanters of each with their accompanying glasses upon the table.

The royal purple-red liquid tipped easily into his glass as his attention fell to the demon across from him. "Are you really doing nothing for the wedding?" A brow would rise as the decanter is settled and glass is hoisted. Leaning himself against the back of the booth he'd eye the demon a long moment, his amusement light and quiet but there in the curl at the corner of his mouth. "I don't mean to push you to cause rain, but it seems very... unlike you, and your chaos to simply wish them well." It wasn't challenge so much as curiosity after this seemingly languid stance he'd taken over the pair of boys. It struck Hutton as odd, a man built for chaos and yet... in this he was stepping back. It was almost like he might actually have a heart in his chest, cold and black and shriveled, but it might actually be there.

"You know, I am quite capable of procuring--"

His hand would wave the thought away as he tipped wine over his tongue. Bart knew well enough his capabilities.

"Have you met the kelpie yet, Justin's newest business acquisition? Dull. Save for perhaps his diet, though that's nothing that should make a man."

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Bartimaeus McLeod
 Posted: Apr 25 2017, 02:44 PM
28 posts
puppeted by Yukie
Mr. McLeod
EST he, him
job
International Trade of SF and Dock Master
species
Demon
group
Hell
sexuality
Heterosexual with a dash of Homo
status
Single
age
1900
mature
Why yes of course
I have one rule. Make a deal and keep it.
N/A
i have hell to raise



It wasn’t very often the demon took a night ‘off’ of work. Strange as it was, there was clear reasons he didn’t. One, he had plenty to do, and secondly he didn’t have many companions that actually wanted to see him. He’d pushed them all away and to the side and chose the greed of his business. He was a dragon as well as a demon at heart. Business associates would want a drink here and again, but it would all be used to discuss more and more business. Perhaps he was boring as any workaholic, but in his perspective he did everything he was supposes to and kept his valuables safe from unwanted guests.

Instructions were left, and the two made their way to a car. They would be broke to a small bar tucked away between buildings. It would be quite, and settle for the time being. Conversation was quite. Business was always spoken about; unfortunately it would take a small place in the back seat. The establishment was quiet and clean. Bartimaeus would follow besides his company, cane in hand as it tapped with their feet towards their table. They were pried away from wandering eyes, making it easier for them to speak about private topics.

Or at least part of them.

Drinks were served, and with a hand taking hold of his glass, the demon eyed it quietly as he swirled it in hand. The Jinn so curious to inquiry about his choice not being involved with a wedding his flesh and blood would be having. He wasn’t invited, be he didn’t have an interest in a boring ceremony for them. A chuckle would roll off his lips before he took a taste of his drink. His back rested against his seat and cane resting on his lap. “You’ve known me for a long time Hutton. Truly seems odd and out of character for me.”

The idea of someone else ruining the boy’s big day was rather entertaining. Of course he wouldn’t have anything do to with it unless his associate would go on his own accord. “Unfortunately not long enough. For everything you know there is some you’ve yet to find out. I have my reason that is all I have to say on the matter. Honestly it’s too cliché in my taste to toy with a wedding.” He’s take another taste of his scotch chuckling in amusement. He knew the Jinn’s talents well. He wouldn’t stop him if the man wanted to have a little fun.

“I am a man of my word…but I only did say I wouldn’t ‘attend’. By all means if it tickles you fancy you can do as you wish for a present to them from you. I have my own….ideas on that matter. I always find a loophole.” Bart wasn’t the type to share information of what he did on his personal time. Even if the dwarf was a master at his craft, there were still things he’d refused to share or tell him. The mention of the new face in the Black Market was brought up.

A boring topic to discuss and Bartimaeus only knew of the cargo he received for their delivery. “I have not met him face to face.” Hands would lightly tug and adjust his arm cuffs to be loosened. “A shipment or two has come in for them. Whenever he ends his delivery boys over I’ll get an idea. Eventually we’ll meet, but I have other things to handle. I over head the naga is taking a visit to him?” The demon chuckled under his breath. “She’s a carnivore by nature and a predator looking for blood.”

She wasn’t a fan of the dock master. Understandable as it was, she at least showed loyalty. Her trade was rather popular in different directions of alignment. “I’m curious,” the demon took another lofty drink from his glass. “What sort of activity were you possibly thinking to do? If you’d ask me we could enclosed those annoying brothers in their club with salt and perhaps a dab a holy water.”
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Hutton Abbott
 Posted: Apr 29 2017, 04:41 PM
20 posts
puppeted by Sarah
Hutt/Button
PST he/him/his
job
book keeper & shadow thief
species
Fae- Jinn
group
seelie court & black market
sexuality
Gray-pansexual
status
Married to the niiiiight~
age
1,415
mature
Smh, maybe?
god must be a lonely man, sitting high up above in his chariot.
N/A
smol shadow



A brow would rise as Bart spoke, his affinity to make himself appear mysterious was amusing. As a man so fitted to the same track, a man of proper schedule there was very little mystery to him at all, none that couldn't be easily unearthed with the right amount of leverage or upturning of rocks. Hutton had no real need for it, at least not in this moment, the creature of habit that Bart was would remain carefully wound around his mystery for now. This wedding was, quite simply, not a business that entertained the jinn. His knowledge of the pair was vast but it wasn't personal, he knew nothing of them on a level that would call them anything as friends or family. The old demon would consider is cliche and to that end Hutton couldn't disagree but it was also a thing petty, and to that end he knew Bart excelled. A man perhaps not driven by the need for pettiness that drove so many others he was still a man who reveled in it. Enough to steal his son's best friend to twist him hellish.

"I see,"

He'd say little else on it, swirled the wine around in his glass, an amused thought on his brow but he'd not follow it for long. It didn't tickle him overly much, he'd think on it, his own affinity for pettiness wasn't something to discount but he also held no need to mess with a pair he knew so little about. Perhaps he needed to do some investigating work. A low hum would press from his throat, a sound that was tacked onto the wavering of his thoughts though fit well with the mention of loopholes, served as double duty. He'd say little else on the matter, let it drift off as inconsequential.

Sipping his wine, the rich indulgent flavor of it on his tongue settled there a moment as he listened to Bart speak of the kelpie he'd not yet met, a man who apparently was meeting with the naga. Pandora. "She's not that bad," he'd murmur lightly as the win on his tongue was pressed down his throat. "So long as you don't rile her, she can be sensible... I wish him luck though," a note that lapsed from his tongue, tinged with a soft chuckle as he settled himself back into the booth with a sigh. Knowing the kelpie and the naga, he doubted the equid of the two would leave that meeting intact. if not missing a piece of his physical form than surely he'd walk away missing a piece of his peace of mind.

Studying the wine in his glass, brows would rise as the demon inquired about the brothers grim. His curiosity was endearing as it picked at Hutton's thoughts. Salt and holy water-- he'd chuckle, a resounding thing that was marked in a throaty baritone. "I was thinking something a little more... permanent, actually." a punishment that suited the crime, if you will. Another sip is taken before he leans forward and set the glass upon the table, followed by his arms as he leaned quietly there. "I know you're incapable--," a soft smirk would adorn his features-- "I was thinking more along the lines of trapping them inside their own house. I've no issues drawing demon wards. Perhaps out of their club as well. And in something a little more permanent than salt. Surely they have lackeys enough to scrub off paint,"

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Bartimaeus McLeod
 Posted: May 12 2017, 09:22 PM
28 posts
puppeted by Yukie
Mr. McLeod
EST he, him
job
International Trade of SF and Dock Master
species
Demon
group
Hell
sexuality
Heterosexual with a dash of Homo
status
Single
age
1900
mature
Why yes of course
I have one rule. Make a deal and keep it.
N/A
i have hell to raise



For as long as the demon wrapped his soul around a business of deals and in the shadows, he wasn’t one to chat about his life before. His children hardly knew much of his intensions. Daniel, his son’s the sappy brat of a husband to be only understood that it was in his nature. Bartimaeus was certain that no one living was really aware. The demon didn’t imagine much of a heart was left, but the only thing that assumed that was his notion of keeping a deal. He was always a man of his word.

The topic of the naga rolled his eyes in a subtle smirk. Sensible? Bartimaeus didn’t see that in the naga’s criteria. Insane woman in her field but she was beneficial to their little agreement. Then again, the demon didn’t have the greatest terms with the women he’d come in contact with, most of them anyways. Of course in the end it didn’t’ matter as long as they kept with their business arrangements as planned. “Surely she’s visiting for no reason besides seeing another head to bite. I’m shocked she manages to have a social live with that demeanor. For his sake I hope she milks that venom of hers. It might be less painful when she bites.”

Bartimaeus chuckled at the thought of losing another business due to someone killing them out of habit. That might have happened before with him, but they clearly deserved it for double crossing them. His hand swirled around his glass, looking at his scotch. He merely thought of little things, not fully invested in trying too hard to get a couple of freshly new arch demons in the city to get on his bad side. However, his right hand shadow partner had a few ideas of his own.

A smirk pulled at his lips, too easy to grin at the idea of fucking with the brothers. Bartimaeus took a sip, letting the burning run down his throat. “Oh you know how to be a brown nosier. Saying the right things too pleased my ears.” His hand would put the glass on the table, letting it clink against the counter top as he waved for another glass. “It sounds delightful Mr. Abbott. With my lack of…ability to participate in the manner itself, surely I’m capable of supporting it.” It was smart to keep multiple species at your fingertips, especially if you were a demon.

Once his glass was refilled, Bartimaeus wrapped his fingers around the circumference of the rim, his ring lightly ding the glass. It hummed softly between the two. “I have an idea of where to get…supplies. Once we’re finish I’d be happy to escort you.” Even if the sandman had all capability of doing the job on his own, it didn’t mean the demon couldn’t come along. Perhaps it was a night to push former work aside and pull out a little plate of chaos in their night. Even if it was temporary, it didn’t mean it wouldn’t be fun.
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Hutton Abbott
 Posted: May 16 2017, 06:27 PM
20 posts
puppeted by Sarah
Hutt/Button
PST he/him/his
job
book keeper & shadow thief
species
Fae- Jinn
group
seelie court & black market
sexuality
Gray-pansexual
status
Married to the niiiiight~
age
1,415
mature
Smh, maybe?
god must be a lonely man, sitting high up above in his chariot.
N/A
smol shadow



"Oh, I don't know," the jinn would drawl lightly as he swirled the wine in his glass, set so carefully against his palm like it were delicate and needed the cradling of his fingertips. A liquid to be coveted surely, if you surmised anything from his hold. "We manage social lives just fine," his mouth would quirk gently as cool blue eyes swivel to peer at the demon seated with him, curious and wry. "Besides, I know many a men who'd enjoy... her very particular sort of company," a soft snort would see the glass in his hand tipped against his lower lip. The incubus that toyed with their strings on occasion was certainly a man who came to mind, his idea of social affairs were... questionable at best. Surely he'd not mind a little teeth mixed into his foreplay. A notion in and of itself that curled Hutton's own nose a bit, not so much on behalf ot the incubus but moreover that of the naga.

Anyone who had anything to do with Justin would have been awarded the same soured face.

Their attention would shift to annoyances other than than a kelpie and a naga, one for each of them or so it appeared.

Savored his wine a moment as Bart pondered over the ideas he'd offered, something far more substantial than salt lines and the like. Something that would hinder as well as it annoyed the other pair. His chuckle was easy as it pursed from his throat, a shoulder sliding in a soft shrug as he reveled, nonchalantly in the positive attentions of both friend and business partner. "One can only hope to learn a few things after centuries together," an understatement of their time but no matter, their age was neither here nor there in the long run. "I was hoping you'd say as much." Really he needed nothing more than a look out for the shenanigans, the man's participation could only go so far when it came to runes and wards that stifled his own kind.

An accomplice acquired Hutton would settle into his decanter of wine, the ease at which it slid down his throat was something both astounding and familiar. A habit born a millennia ago when he was rosy cheeked and far taller, when his form had wavered and he'd been someone he was not.

Lightly sauced and the pair would pour from their booth, leaving behind enough cash to make any bartender salivate. Hutton was always the gracious tipper, a mannerism he'd picked up to obtain and keep people happy and their tongues loose. Gathering information was easier from happier people, and it wasn't like he'd no means of providing little slices of happiness to those he bumped into. Slipping out back, through a door marked for emergencies, they'd wander a few feet. "Where to?" An street name and he'd nod, intent pouring a circle against the wall, it's surface opaque and undulating softly, would shimmer before its surface reflected a slightly busy street. A sweeping gesture after you and he'd wait for the demon to step through before he followed.

Spit out on the corner from the surface of a closed shop door they'd step into the flow of late night wanderers, Hutton's feet easily falling into line beside Bart's as they wandered towards an alley. The portal behind them closing upon the jinn's step-through, they looked as normal as anyone else wandering to or from some bar or another.

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