[ It's not exactly like he's wanting to see Bondrewd? Or, well. Not just for the sake of meeting him.
It's instead something akin to a self-imposed scouting mission that has Gen skulking around that warehouse this evening -- he's always been pretty good with maps and locations, and he remembers making the deliveries to this warehouse before he quit that courier job -- wondering if the man is in. Wondering, most of all, what his relationship to Silco is. Because judging from their previous encounters, Bondrewd had hardly seemed the type to kick back with drinks at a seedy place like Draumahol. Probably.
He'd been staring quietly at the windows, looking for any sign of movement -- but reflexively stands up a touch straighter when he hears the sound of approaching footsteps, his pointy canine ears automatically swiveling in their direction. Speak of the devil. ]
... y'know I quit that delivery job ages ago.
[ Bondrewd offers him no conventional greeting, so he sure as hell isn't going to offer one back. Gen instead cants his head to look Bondrewd over, then study the piles of boxes in his arms. He'd been wondering what all the boxes around the warehouse were. ]
What's in it for me. If I help you move this shit.
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It's instead something akin to a self-imposed scouting mission that has Gen skulking around that warehouse this evening -- he's always been pretty good with maps and locations, and he remembers making the deliveries to this warehouse before he quit that courier job -- wondering if the man is in. Wondering, most of all, what his relationship to Silco is. Because judging from their previous encounters, Bondrewd had hardly seemed the type to kick back with drinks at a seedy place like Draumahol. Probably.
He'd been staring quietly at the windows, looking for any sign of movement -- but reflexively stands up a touch straighter when he hears the sound of approaching footsteps, his pointy canine ears automatically swiveling in their direction. Speak of the devil. ]
... y'know I quit that delivery job ages ago.
[ Bondrewd offers him no conventional greeting, so he sure as hell isn't going to offer one back. Gen instead cants his head to look Bondrewd over, then study the piles of boxes in his arms. He'd been wondering what all the boxes around the warehouse were. ]
What's in it for me. If I help you move this shit.