[Gerard Keay is probably not who he's waiting for, but that's who ends up sitting at his table.
That is, Gerard is just here for some coffee while he waits for normal human hours to start so a place will open. He heads to the counter, passing by the Corinthian's table without a second glance initially only to stop when he's two steps past it as that sense of something is very fucking wrong here hits like a brick.
So he turns on his heel right back around and practically throws himself into the other side of the booth like it's offended him.
Can't he have one night where shit doesn't happen? That would require you to mind your own business, Gerard.]
The fuck are you?
[There's too much going on for Gerard to get an accurate read, not that the Watcher likes to give him answers when he actually needs them, but it's a significant more than comes off of people who've had encounters with the supernatural.]
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That is, Gerard is just here for some coffee while he waits for normal human hours to start so a place will open. He heads to the counter, passing by the Corinthian's table without a second glance initially only to stop when he's two steps past it as that sense of something is very fucking wrong here hits like a brick.
So he turns on his heel right back around and practically throws himself into the other side of the booth like it's offended him.
Can't he have one night where shit doesn't happen?
That would require you to mind your own business, Gerard.]The fuck are you?
[There's too much going on for Gerard to get an accurate read, not that the Watcher likes to give him answers when he actually needs them, but it's a significant more than comes off of people who've had encounters with the supernatural.]