Table for three (Goro/Niso)

Even with shapeshifting quirkers known to exist, it was just blatantly easy to move around freely even when you made it to the top ten most wanted criminals of Japan. Even with police lingering here and there around the auction site, a fact that may have caused alarms for some, Niso found it easy enough to make his way through them. For starters, the fact he wore a mask made of his own flesh meant that it was very difficult for finer features of his face to be discerned through it. If there were systems that could try and re-construct his face through it, they'd certainly have a hard time.

That meant his only really noticeable features where his body type and his hair. His body type was hidden well by his penchant for wearing baggy clothes. His hair? Easy fix. He could alter the behaviour of his cells however he wanted, and as such, making his hair rapidly grow out green and killing off the hair fibres that remained black was easy enough, and instantly, no one had anything to recognize him with.

...Ya know, beyond his grating personality.

"Yeah I'll get like a one shot of everything poured into a grande' cup?" He'd ask with a bright smile and an eager expression. The barrista narrowed his gaze at the wild little chaos lord and opened his mouth as if to repeat the order. Niso interupted him. "I said I want a one shot of everything. So you know those tiny tiny tiiiiiny sample cups you sometimes use? Fill 1 for every kind of coffee you have, then, pour them all into the biggest cup you have, and keep doing that until it's full."

Niso pulled out a wad of cash he'd thrown up earlier. It was about 3 times as much as the most expensive drink in the place, and surprisingly dry given where it had been.

"Keep the change!~"

After a short wait at the counter, Niso had his odd little concoction and took a sip. He'd kill his taste buds off later. For now he had to find a place to sit, taking another sip as he began to saunter around the place, his bright green hair helping him stand out a little, but eventually he managed to catch a face HE found familiar, grinning as he took a chair from a nearby table, and placed it between the pinkette and the bat-man he'd met the other day, sitting in it backwards and forcing himself into their presence, addressing the pink haired girl first.

"Ma'am for your own safety I think you should know your sitting with someone who did his best to try and kill me the other day.~"

At first, Goro was thrilled. The woman across from him was silent, as silent as he was, and for just a moment it seemed as if she understood what he’d wanted. Just a place to sit, no social interaction. Even when she put her cup down and began to type on her phone, he didn’t think much of it. In fact, that made it seem even less like she had an interest in his presence. So he was more than content to just sit there and drink his coffee, as mediocre as it was.

Then, she held the phone up to him. At first, he didn’t even look up. He’d heard it move through the air, could hear the sound of the liquid sloshing in his cup echoing around its rectangular form, but part of him hoped if he just ignored it she’d give up. Eventually, curiosity won out, and he looked up and read what was actually on it. Just a polite greeting, her name and asking for his. He sighed. Was she deaf? Or just mute?

He opened his mouth to speak, hoping she at least knew how to read lips, when an approaching voice made all his fur stand on end. The shape of the sound around this boy suggested someone Goro had never seen nor heard before in his life, and yet. And yet, there was no way that was not Niso’s voice. Before he even came up to the table, Goro was already on edge. He hadn’t expected to run into someone he’d had his knife up to the handle inside so soon afterward, even knowing of Niso’s horrific but effective regeneration. Knowing that also meant he didn’t second-guess himself on the boy’s identity.

And, as Niso finally made his way to the table, in the obnoxious way he usually acted, Goro knew he’d been right. In the worst way he could’ve possibly done it. Goro barely reacted outwardly, just sipping his coffee again to cover any tics that might’ve shone through. He grimaced at the second message Athena presented them. “We are not a couple. It’s a complicated situation, he was- he was taking payment to be used as a living punching bag. I had no intention of really killing him.” Goro kept his voice low, far lower than Niso had blurted out his ‘introduction’.

Whatever Athena meant by not being able to speak while on a contract, Goro didn’t know, but it at least meant not having to worry about her being deaf. “Goro. That’s my name.” He answered, slowly. “What do you mean by a contract?” If she was here for a hit, he didn’t want to stick around.