Give A Little, Get A Lot [Completed]

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Character(s): Larsa Ferrinas Solidor and Timon
Content: Larsa unknowingly treats Timon to dinner for information regarding the city
Setting: Porfavore's
Time: [Week Two] Evening
Warnings: None

Food and business went together well; usually the person he met paid for him and considering his appetite, it was exceedingly costly. Of course, that didn’t faze him. Money was easy enough to obtain in Paixao, even now, and his information was valuable. As far as he was concerned it was a fair trade.

As usual, Timon waited outside the building for his guest. He doubted he would be spotted in the restaurant by himself, especially if Prince Larsa was unaware what he actually looked like. The previous man he had met, who oddly also happened to be a Prince, had made them same error, causing him to draw his blade at the rodent. Thankfully things had worked themselves out in the end, but sometimes not being or human race could be incredibly troublesome.

Cautiously, he stood against a statue, hidden in its shadow while he awaited Larsa’s company. Another reason he refused to wait alone inside the restaurant for the Prince was in case a member of the Organization was inside. He’d be in the wide open, and simple to snatch. Well, that and the fact that he couldn’t reach the handle to get inside to begin with.

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This.. creature or whatever Timon was happened to be more unnerving to Larsa than just about anything that had happened recently. While the meerkat appeared to be trying to be helpful, the way he had of talking like a commoner and his utter dismissal of formality, the only thing Larsa really knew, had the prince more than a little taken aback.

However, the young Solidor did his best to push that feeling aside completely as he sat down at the appointed table. This entire thing was foreign to him. He'd never been to a restaurant like this before. He was used to, well, dining like royalty as the saying went, and something inside him twinged guiltily. Now, however, particularly with Judge Gabranth missing, he didn't have much choice, not that he really minded all that much. It was good for his education after all, right?

The prince took up his own menu and began glancing over it, even though his mind wasn't really taking anything in. He was mulling over what he wanted to ask, eventually placing his hand over a fish item he would try and looking over at Timon again.

If he could have, he would have answered with "everything," but Timon specifically said no to that, so the prince went for the next-best thing. "The kidnappings," came the answer. "I would like to know if there is any hope of..." He couldn't finish the sentence, but his eyes said what his voice could not: 'seeing Judge Gabranth again.'