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Who: Iskender and Lamont
When: Beginning of May. Sometime. Yes.
Where: Downtown hotel -> Iskender's ~~manor~~ house.
What: Moving in hobos cousins.

Saying the hotel was nice would be a bit of an understatement. Extravagant might be a bit more precise. It wasn't any more than what Iskender had expected, though. Of course his cousin wouldn't be staying with mere mortals.

Okay, that was rude. Not like Lamont at all, either. Good thing he hadn't actually voiced it.

He's a little earlier than he expected, though, there having been less traffic than usual. He'd get a drink, but it wasn't even noon yet, and who drinks before noon? Besides, ten o'clock means nine fifty-five, so he shouldn't be waiting much longer.

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Of course Lamont was early... wouldn't it be rude not to be extra-on time (as he liked to call it)? Spotting Iskender just a few moments after he arrived down stairs, carrying a suitcase in one hand, Lamont smiled broadly and picked up a hand in 'hullo.'

"Cousin! It has been a while." Good manners prevented him from running up and giving a hug... but he was terribly glad to see him, all the same.

"You've gotten a bit shorter than in my memory." Well, Iskender was taller, really. But so was Lamont. So the overall effect was no longer as impressive as he recalled as a small child.

Manners aren't going to stop Iskender from mussing Lamont's hair, though, or at least going for it.

"Forward, I see. Well." He surveys Lamont; it has been a while, after all. "Are you ready?"

Nor are they going to stop Lamont from setting his bag down and going about fixing his hair, with a very put-out frown.

"The steward is bringing down my other bag. But yes, I'm ready. Is your driver waiting?"

His first reaction is to laugh, though he catches himself quickly.

But still.

"No, I drove myself. Not in a rush unless you are." Can't imagine why he would be.

"Oh, do you drive? you will have to teach me. On the funny side of the road, and everything." Announced, proudly. For all his pomp, the desire to learn was surely on the surface of all of it.

A nod. "I am in a rush, in fact. To try tacos. I've heard there's a 'Drive Through Window', and I have been eager to try it for days now."

What. Just... what.

"There are, in fact, places with drive-through windows and tacos, but unless you wish to lose a battle with your digestive system there are other places to go." He spun his keys on finger, thinking. "Do you really want Mexican?"

Just as Iskender finished, aforementioned steward came forward with Lamont's bag. A rather large affair; not very walkable. Thanking him with a nod, he then turned back to his cousin.

"I really do. Unless, of course, you're too afraid. Then we may forgo it and skip right to french fries and hamburgers, my now very American cousin."

Iskender couldn't say he was surprised at the size of the bag. He didn't know what he was expecting, but given his cousin's intentions.... Lamont was on his own.

"It will have to be the coward's way, I'm afraid, if the choice is mine. You'll thank me."

"Thank you for being a coward? Well, it's the British way to say thank you unnecessarily, but not usually towards cowardice!" With a cheerful smile nonetheless, and going to try to heft up both his bags at once. "Lead on, then. To the land of burgers and milk-sops."

"Call it pragmatism, then."

And he's going to take one off Lamont's hands. He heaves it onto his shoulder, swearing to himself that it must have been some kind of magic that helped him do so. "You're welcome. How hungry are you?"

"Ah. American Pragmatism, but Turkish Hospitality. I am grateful." A nod of thanks as he took one of the bags, and Lamont began to follow him out of the hotel. "Very, but I can wait- I don't think I'll die of it."

Good thing his car wasn't too far away, good thing he wasn't in the habit of keeping his keys in his pockets, and good thing his trunk wasn't broken. It's the little things. He puts Lamont's luggage down, indicating the space for him to do the same.

"Good. Driving around with a fresh corpse would raise far too many questions."

Putting his bag in after and hefting a little sigh of relief to be freed of the weight, he grinned back at his cousin and rolled his shoulders.

"You sound as if you speak from experience. Would I be unwise to visit the basement of your home?" Questioned, before getting in on the passenger's side.

"Would you consider it more or less unwise than getting in the car at all?"

He waves nonchalantly at the dashboard. "I have exactly 3044 songs, and all of them are shit. Choose what you want, as long as it isn't the radio."

Laughing aloud at that, and going to roll down the window- it was a lovely sort of day, after all!

"Why would you make a massive playlist of songs you don't enjoy? To torment yourself? Okay, so you're a murderer and a masochist... I feel I'm learning so much about you already, my dear cousin, I should have come sooner."

But what if he was allergic to pollen? He isn't, but what if? On second thought, perhaps that would be a little too much trolling. Third thought, save it for later. That sounds like a plan.

He laughs. "Oh, we've barely scratched the surface. I have many layers, though I may not present them to you in order."

Then he'd better enjoy all the drowsy allergy medication well-meant and provided to him on nights he would have liked to stay up, penning his dissertation...

"Rather like a croissant." Can you tell he really, really wants breakfast? "But less wonderful."

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