"Thanks, hon," Raúl says to the server as she puts a cup of coffee in front of him. Her name tag reads Sarah and she says that she'll be back for his food order. "I'm waiting for a friend to join me. We'll order when they get here," he tells her before she wanders off. The Savage leans over to pull the small ceramic dish over to him, pulling out a few packets of raw sugar and slapping them against his palm before tearing them open and pouring them in. A quick stir and he takes a small sip of the coffee. Just the way I like it. Black as night and sweet as sin... His skin is flush with the blood he stole this evening, his organs filled with enough life that he can enjoy the food and drink this quaint little diner offers without immediately throwing it back up.
He looks around from his seat, seated in such a way to keep on the entrance door and far enough away from the handful of other tables that when his guest does arrive they will have a measure of privacy. He had arrived a bit early for the meeting, having woken up in the evening and went hunting before the trip here. He smiles cryptically to himself as he takes another sip of his coffee. It had been a fun hunt this evening... He glances up as he hears the bell over the door ring again, the Savage's Beast fed and hidden behind a mask of will and obfuscation.


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