Who: Sable & Teja What: The most epic game of hide & seek Where: St. John's City, Newfoundland When: This upcoming Sunday WE'RE POSTING FROM THE FUUUUTURE Warnings: Oh, you know, whatever. Probably swearing, probably Teja acting nice. The latter is a not-mind-safe sort of situation.
Teja had picked up on Sable's trail almost immediately following Miniver's post asking him to find her. Sable had been doing a very smart thing, in Teja's mind. She would portkey one place, immediately change clothes, and then portkey again. She was spotted in Dubai, of all places, and that got him on her trail. But she eluded him somehow on Friday. She managed to stay hidden well into Saturday night, when he caught her trail again. Dethklok's network of well-trained scouts around the world had paid off. However, Saturday was a show, so Teja couldn't keep a personal eye on her, so he had his lackeys, 292-A and 836-A keep an eye on her while he played the show.
His lackeys, for lack of a better term, were background noise. Eyes when he couldn't be his own. Teja picked them for that reason alone. They were average in looks, average in height, average in everything but their skills. They could follow without being shadows or seen, they could report back without much more than a strange code of clicks and whistles. They were also apt in other skills, but the ones most important right now, this mission, were tailing a single person without being seen, and making sure Teja knew where to find them, and where to find her.
Teja did most of the work, when he could. Sable was a friend to him, and more than that, a person he very much cared for. She was a reminder of what he could never have because of his differences, but on the other hand, his hope embodied that he wasn't so different after all. She treated him like anyone else. She treated him like family. And he never tread heavily on that line, never crossed it. He refused to break that tenuous bond that they'd acquired, in more recent days than earlier.
But to see her smile, that was his goal. A sincere smile, a genuine laugh. That's all he wanted from her tonight. He sat back in the shadows of the bar that he'd found her in, watching her quietly as he rolled a lollipop around from one side of his mouth to the other. His eyes didn't stray from her, and when she did smile, he did as well, and leaned out of the shadow, before stepping out as well, and went to the bar to get himself a drink. It was one of those well deserved things.
That, and it was hard to hide the blood-red haired, 6'2" brick shithouse, even in a moderately sized bar.