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[Of course he was going to hunt after Reaper once things with Kazuma-... Settled. Came to something, worried as he was over 76 he was going to be stubborn about it despite the possibility of it furthering his own corruption.

But for now he was tracking.

Took a bit of time, but eventually he found signs that likely no one would pick-up. Hell, 76 only managed because of how well he knew the man. Circling the building once before he was pushing in, finding a weak spot to open himself an entrance. Tilting his head before heading up those stairs and—]

Reaper?

[Just in case he was wrong, that the signs he noticed were older and someone else could be in here. Steadily heading up even at the call.]

[After 76 got him his journal, Kazuma first matter of business is to contact a certain Reaper, the non lawyer kind. The writing is in large, messy writing. Indication he's not comfortable writing with the way he is.]

We need to talk

[Does that man even check the journal? Either way, he'll find some way to talk to this man without 76 getting involved.]

[ ... "That's all?"

Susato holds her quill to the journal, glancing over her shoulder to Kazuma for his approval. When she gets it, she has to take a deep breath before she starts writing. ]

Did you stop him?

[Continued from here.

It was what it was, and he had hoped that Vincent would move on and have the life he'd wanted to make with Jack- but it never would have been possible, given things had suddenly gone in directions neither of them had planned for. He'd ended up going career when he'd been given that promotion to lead Overwatch as a UN funded organization rather than a strike team.

It was around then that Morrison had realized that things just... weren't going to work. Had been a long talk, but it had been a mutual break-up in the end. Sad, but it was good he had moved on and Jack had let go after mourning the relationship and what he knew he couldn't have.

He was watching Reaper's gloves as well, knowing what the damned costumes did—]

Yeah, won it with the intention of giving it to you.

[Honest.]

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Hey, Gabe?

[At least it was a quiet evening back at the safehouse-turned-accidental-home. Warm, most of the critters that lived with and around them quiet and resting. A bit of time that could go uninterrupted for just long enough.

Sitting on the old couch the both of them had gotten up there at some point, nudging Gabriel with an elbow.]

Need to get something. You good for a moment?

You know when

One day after that nightly encounter

february, a few days after the 76 incident