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[Cifera cackles as she leads him down the street]

I definitely appreciate the thought, though if me and Pierrot get in trouble that neither of us can talk our way out of I will be surprised. Actually I would be surprised if you don't also run into him at some point. If you caught my attention you definitely caught Sampo's.

[She stops them outside the door of an absolutely seedy looking corner pub.]

Now lets see what kind of trouble we can get into Lawyer-Man.

[ Wait, Sampo? That's who she was talking about?

Well, it's no insult to be compared to that charming fellow, so his brief concern over his self-image immediately evaporates. Ego Singularity: Foundation Restored. ]

Certainly. Allow me to get the door for you, my dear client.

[ The gentlemanly flourish is undeniably overkill for a seedy establishment like this, but he performs with ritual with a playful self-awareness—as if inviting her, the audience, in on the joke. ]

[Cifera gives him a bow and heads inside. She finds a corner booth with a nice view of the bar and sits down, leaving room for Moriarty. She gestures for the waitress and orders a double whiskey neat.]

So Mory you will find that venues like this are the best for finding, and spreading information. Now for a drink are you more of a sweet or bitter person.

[ Moriarty follows her lead, allowing her to choose where they'll sit for the duration of their visit. When she settles on a corner booth near the back of the bar, he slides into the seat across from her. He prefers facing his companion, even if that may necessitate leaning in across the table later, should they need to converse quietly. ]

Oho? I'll keep that in mind.

[ He's amused, frankly, to be the one receiving guidance on this sort of thing. Even though this version of Moriarty has no personal experience running a criminal empire (yet?), his future self excelled at gathering and spreading information. It's a skill that comes to him rather naturally, so although this particular Moriarty might still be green, her advice strikes him as rather obvious. ]

Hmm... I'll go sweet. Life's bitter enough already, don't you think?

[ OKAY NOW HE'S JUST TRYING TO SOUND COOL, CAN YOU BE ANY MORE CRINGE YOU INFANT CRIME LORD ]

[Cifera almost chokes on her drink. She clears her throat before ordering a daiquiri for Moriarty.]

So Mory what ended up bringing you to Kaisou. I know the only reason I am in this delightful town of ours is because I decided to try and prove myself. Which I would like to think is going pretty well. So I am curious what caused a scrappy young lawyer to move here.

[ He has no objections, mostly because he has no idea what a daiquiri is. ]

Funny thing, that. The truth is: I have absolutely no idea.

I've been told I'm far from the only case of this sort of thing happening in Kaisou, but I was called here from another world.

Directly, I mean.

[She stops mid sip at this revelation.]

Ya know other worlds existing is new information to me but also not surprising after everything I have experienced in just the time since I moved here. After getting kidnapped by a cosmic turkey nothing surprises me anymore. Also I didn’t used to have these adorable ears and charming tail until I moved here.

Oh, sorry. Based on how the oddities of this city were explained to me, I assumed all of this must be common knowledge by this point.

[ A pause. ]

Cosmic turkey?

[Cifera slams her drink with an exhausted sigh before explaining]

Yeah basically one of the first things that happened to me after getting exposed to the weirdest of this city is getting kidnapped by Tom Turkey. A spirit of thanksgiving I think. We were basically forced to participate in thanksgiving “traditions”. Including one where a secret of ours gets announced over dinner.

[ Moriarty will be sipping his daiquiri while she explains. ]

That sounds dreadful, frankly.

Secrets are secret for a reason. I'd hate to have one of mine outed like that.

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