[ If there's one thing Seba's learned about criminals it's that they're not particularly good at being punctual. For what seems like the fifth time since he arrived, he checks his watch and then proceeds to light another cigarette, tapping the ash into the sad dregs of what remains of his water (it'd be tacky to start drinking alone). Were he in a better mood, he might have rolled himself to the front desk, asked the woman there politely if he could borrow her phone, but the rain on the wheels of his chair makes him reluctant and stubborn so he doesn't (loathe to dirty his hands for a second time tonight).
So, instead, he smokes and watches the rain through the windows of the restaurant. Ten minutes, fifteen on the outside. Then he's leaving. ]
seba halifax | CONSTANTINOPLE | pre-Event
So, instead, he smokes and watches the rain through the windows of the restaurant. Ten minutes, fifteen on the outside. Then he's leaving. ]