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Dusan sat quietly in the corner of the old Cafe, sipping formally onto his cup of hot coffee, pondering over his current schedule. He had to prepare for three separate parties, two of which were politic related and guests were required to offer compensation to their favorite properties. To Dusan’s utmost detest he recalled that an invitation was to be extended to the Representative to an unknown government branch, Malcolm Hulderic. Like Dr. Kadic, they were both considered priceless celebrities to the rich “intellectuals” hosting these fundraisers for them. Dusan had no need for the materials, he only wanted the status which Mr. Hulderic hindered greatly when considering the dour reputation alternate species had in the world of mindless cattle. Luckily for Dusan he had cloaked himself well so he didn’t need to exert too much paranoia into the situation. However, the Wurm always kept a sharp eye on the strange human, for he was not like the rest...

“Dr. Kadic, would you like another?” A quirky teen skipped into the Psychologist’s direction, her large brown eyes observing him curiously. The was Annette, a young woman who was extremely fond of the doctor and apparently thought stalking was the best course of action in getting his attention. She was a rather delicious specimen but she was not one to be easily discouraged which were women he typically avoided.

“No Ms. Green, thank you.” Dusan retorted courteously, placing his half finished cup back onto the plate before adjusting in the seat, his death shaded iris’ shooting towards the open scenery beside him, hoping his disinterest would deter her to stay.

“Alright hun, just tell me when you need more!” She giggled before spinning on her toe and sauntering happily to the next customer, who greeted her with flirtatious advances. Dusan continued to observe the bustling cattle passing him, snatching small bites of his real meal when some trudged by. It would suffice him for an hour before he would need to return to his office and work on his next patient. Preston Creed was beginning to improve since his new roommate came into his life but like Preston, there was always a storm heading his way to ruin everything.

At least, that’s what the doctor hoped for.

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"Move ahead with the project." Shane Lasseter appeared to be getting slightly frustrated at whoever was on the other end of the line. His hand went to his temple as he let out a small sigh. "Just do it. If there are any complications, I'll handle it when I get back."

A beep sounded as he hung up and then stuffed the phone into his coat pocket. Why they could not simply follow orders was beyond him. They always had to questions things, and always they were the same. Not that it mattered. Shane was always getting results somewhere. There were just too few people to trust to accomplish anything.

Shane was an individual with immense confidence in all areas of his life. Or rather, Shikar was. He chuckled to himself as he opened the door to the cafe, amused by his occasional mixup with his own names. At least it was only in his head.

"Coffee. Black, please," he said, flashing the girl a charming smile.

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“Of course sir, coming right up!” Annette tilted her head frivolously when Shane addressed her with a handsome smile, and she reacted with round cheeks flushed like strawberries, her auburn locks twirling as she twirled joyously through the cafe, beaming with confidence. The Wurm observed, disgusted by her ignorance and mindless rejoicing. Once she was of legal age (and hopefully more attractive) he would relish in destroying her spirit just to become another tool for his feedings.

For now though, Dr. Kadic accommodated himself with another sip of his morning coffee, his attention drawn now to the youthful gentleman, sitting alone. Through dead gray eyes, Dusan scanned Shane for the Wurm noticed something rather odd about his emotions; he seemed similar in nature which bewildered him. He had never recognized such as specimen as this, which immediately intrigued the good doctor.

Dusan had overheard the rather exasperated confrontation as Shane entered and it sounded foreign to the Wurm for many he followed carried useless lives but this man was different; he reeked of confidence and planning. Power.

“Excuse me?” The psychologist strolled stoically to the Shane’s table, inquisitiveness overtaking him. The craters in his palms tingled for a feast but they would receive no such comfort from this Dark Angel. “May I join you?” The doctor gazed with his lifeless eyes, his Croatian tongue reverberated a poised baritone.

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((The signature just makes me laugh so much. XD))

The girl who greeted him was aggravatingly joyous, although he showed no sign of irritation. The good-natured gentleman simply smile, a sparkle in his eye that denoted amusement. She was so young and full of life. What would she have felt if she knew his true reason for smiling was because of the thought of doing vile things to her, of seeing that perky smile fall from her lips. He chuckled lightly.

Finding the table he usually sat in empty, he was quite elated. He did not like it when others were in his place, regardless of anyone's notion of freedom or rights to, for instance, sit where one would like. He had only just sat down when he saw someone approaching him, his appearance and manner already screaming out "professional," a word which Shane liked very much.

"Of course!" he replied, gesturing toward the seat opposite him at the table. He looked him over quickly, and he already decided he liked him. The look in his eyes was fantastically exciting to see. He stood first, however, as was polite, and offered his hand to the man in greeting. "Shane Lasseter."

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ooc; Agreed! The sigs for him are great lol


Dusan contemplated this strenuous decision carefully as Shane presented a polite hand and the Wurm had to decide quickly; he had never had such difficultly deciding wether to deny a professional’s greeting or risk exposure from physical contact. Dr. Kadic could decipher that this young gentlemen required a marvelous introduction and the psychologist wished no ill feelings between them. If Shane was such a kindred spirit to Dusan as he assumed, Shane would see through his ‘wounded hand’ guise. Tensing slightly from this rather uncomfortable situation, he chose to take the risk.

“Dr. Dusan Kadic.” He responded courteously, his gloved hand taking Shane’s, curious if this man would realize the odd craters decorating his palms. He attempted to keep them still but it was rather difficult to keep such a cosmetic difference under control. “A pleasure Mr. Lasseter.” He paused, his stance dignified and an elegant grin creasing his face. “I am rather embarrassed I have no had the grace of meeting you because I feel as if I should.” He complimented, approving the man’s stylish physique and custom tailored suit.

Dusan awaited a reaction from the gentlemen for what was to come next would determine what would follow.