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06| Location: Old Sanctuary| Always chocking from the stench and the fume
Kobra was still skeptical about this, but for some reason he wanted to trust James. Maybe because he reminded him a little of Jet Star. The entire calm and responsible and reasonable thing, maybe. After he had picked the lock Party and him had made a quick escape and Kobra had gotten his jacket back from the roof. He felt a little better just for wearing it. But he still couldn't sleep and everything seemed to press down on his chest. The smoke hadn't been too good for his already abused lungs.
He was restless and knowing that he couldn't escape was driving Kobra mad, like a tiger pacing in a cage. at least in the desert he knew that he could drive, drive until he reached the end of the world if he wanted to. He'd wandered around the city for a while until he felt ready to fall asleep in a doorway, which wouldn't really do him any good, so he got out the tablet and navigated to the place James had given him the coordinates for.
It looked....exceptionally weird and Kobra got even more apprehensive. Maybe coming here hadn't been a good idea, but if the guy had a piano...well. Kobra was easily bribed with those kinds of things in addition to his general disregard for his own safety. Squinting behind his sunglasses he looked up at the building and wrinkled his nose before shrugging and making for the front door, only feeling a tiny bit awkward as he knocked. He hadn't knocked on doors in ages, and this was more a vague memory from his time in the city than actual, ingrained manners. In the desert you got out your gun and kicked doors out of the way, that's how you entered a building. Kobra had a feeling that the citizens here wouldn't appreciate it and after Party's and his recent stunt they'd better lay low for a little while.
He was restless and knowing that he couldn't escape was driving Kobra mad, like a tiger pacing in a cage. at least in the desert he knew that he could drive, drive until he reached the end of the world if he wanted to. He'd wandered around the city for a while until he felt ready to fall asleep in a doorway, which wouldn't really do him any good, so he got out the tablet and navigated to the place James had given him the coordinates for.
It looked....exceptionally weird and Kobra got even more apprehensive. Maybe coming here hadn't been a good idea, but if the guy had a piano...well. Kobra was easily bribed with those kinds of things in addition to his general disregard for his own safety. Squinting behind his sunglasses he looked up at the building and wrinkled his nose before shrugging and making for the front door, only feeling a tiny bit awkward as he knocked. He hadn't knocked on doors in ages, and this was more a vague memory from his time in the city than actual, ingrained manners. In the desert you got out your gun and kicked doors out of the way, that's how you entered a building. Kobra had a feeling that the citizens here wouldn't appreciate it and after Party's and his recent stunt they'd better lay low for a little while.
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James chuckled slightly at that, he understood how some people were. "You're welcome, and if possible tea over coffee. It helps to soothe the throat better from the coughing and will hydrate him better as well."
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"He loves coffee. But...it's not an option anyway, so," he shrugged again with a wry smile. They didn't drink or eat anything from the city.
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"Do not trust the shops here?" He didn't either, at least with his tea. Coffee was disgusting to him really. "You could brew your own coffee, if you know how."
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"Really?" His eyes widened at James' words. "How? Can you tell me?"
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"Yes really," he started and then he shrugged slightly, "Coffee is not a specialty of mine, I prefer tea. But if you can find a camp fire coffee pot and coffee grounds then yes you can brew your own coffee." He dug out a piece of paper and a pen from his bag and started to write down how, taking it slow as he really wasn't that familiar with the art of coffee making.
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"You really know a lot of stuff, huh?"
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"At 160 years old one tends to know quite a bit. And I do enjoy reading, and learning."
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