Who: Malakai and Oz What: Meetings, discussion, scoping out sites for cages. Seriously. When/Where: This evening, Oz's apartment in NYC Warnings: S for Snark? None, I assume.
True to his word, Malakai was able to make it to the city within the half hour, the portkey dropping him a couple blocks from where Oz had said do meet. Having come from the dead of night, in London, he found himself having to dig out his sunglasses to protect his eyes from the dusk.
Hands firmly fisted in his pockets, he managed to keep his resolve against attacking anyone, even as the hustle and bustle of people moving around him began to wear on his nerves. The few stops he had to make to contain himself did put him slightly past the 30 minute mark, but not obnoxiously so, as he made quick work of the stairs in the building, to land at Oz's door.
He knocked, leaning against the door jamb to wait patiently; it was equal parts good manners, and an inability to enter the apartment without permission.