[ ... how much of her usual stupidity is an act, Gen finds himself wondering as he watches Misa banter with that stranger.
He'd conducted his own search through the bars in a brusque but effective fashion, scanning the crowd, poking into any corner booths and hiding spots, and speaking briefly with each bartender asking if they'd seen someone matching Amos' description. (Then leaving rudely, ignoring any calls asking if he actually wanted to stay for a drink.) Which meant he'd arrived at the tail end of Misa's little encounter with the man, giving him a few seconds to marvel at just how quickly her demeanor flips.
It ... kind of makes his skin crawl, to be honest. Reminds him a bit too much of a certain somebody. But -- whatever. On a rational level, he also understands the need for acting like that. Though his gaze had briefly fixed on Misa in skeptical fashion for a moment, his lips parted as if words were playing at the tip of his tongue, Gen shelves it all for now when Misa offers forth that sliver of information. ]
There, huh. [ A low noise in thought before Gen jerks a hand down his shoulder, towards one of the first bars he'd searched. ] Bartender there said he was there real early in the afternoon. Said it was easy to remember, since he drank until they kicked him out. -- so he's wandering in this direction.
[ Said as he points past the bar Misa had just indicated. He has to be, right? If Amos really is feeling so shitty he's just wandering from bar to bar, getting himself as wasted as possible, then surely he's just working his way down the street, right? ]
C'mon, let's go. Skip anywhere that looks too empty, he'll probably avoid'em if he's trying not to stick out.
[ Gen doesn't wait for Misa's response before surging forth -- and maybe he doesn't have to. Maybe she's even ahead of him, now that they've gotten some hint of how to proceed. ]
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He'd conducted his own search through the bars in a brusque but effective fashion, scanning the crowd, poking into any corner booths and hiding spots, and speaking briefly with each bartender asking if they'd seen someone matching Amos' description. (Then leaving rudely, ignoring any calls asking if he actually wanted to stay for a drink.) Which meant he'd arrived at the tail end of Misa's little encounter with the man, giving him a few seconds to marvel at just how quickly her demeanor flips.
It ... kind of makes his skin crawl, to be honest. Reminds him a bit too much of a certain somebody. But -- whatever. On a rational level, he also understands the need for acting like that. Though his gaze had briefly fixed on Misa in skeptical fashion for a moment, his lips parted as if words were playing at the tip of his tongue, Gen shelves it all for now when Misa offers forth that sliver of information. ]
There, huh. [ A low noise in thought before Gen jerks a hand down his shoulder, towards one of the first bars he'd searched. ] Bartender there said he was there real early in the afternoon. Said it was easy to remember, since he drank until they kicked him out. -- so he's wandering in this direction.
[ Said as he points past the bar Misa had just indicated. He has to be, right? If Amos really is feeling so shitty he's just wandering from bar to bar, getting himself as wasted as possible, then surely he's just working his way down the street, right? ]
C'mon, let's go. Skip anywhere that looks too empty, he'll probably avoid'em if he's trying not to stick out.
[ Gen doesn't wait for Misa's response before surging forth -- and maybe he doesn't have to. Maybe she's even ahead of him, now that they've gotten some hint of how to proceed. ]