[Doctor Gabriel]

“You want the list chronologically or alphabetically?” Mr. Kite answered the stranger's question before the man he'd been speaking to had a chance to. He casually barged his way into the conversation and the room simultaneously, sizing up the men inside with his hands in the pockets of his coat and a carefree smile on his lips.

The forced grinning was really started to hurt the corners of his mouth and his jaw was getting sorer by the minute, but it was necessary to keep up the facade of relaxed incompetence.


Assassin's Geezer...

Preachy Geezer...

And I guess we know who Mr. Society for Creative Anachronism’s Master is…

His evaluation complete he turned his attention to table covered in must have been one long ass night of Trick-Or-Treating and pulled out one of the chairs on the opposite side to the group. Leaning back, he kicked his feet onto the table and got comfortable, but not before noticing a stray candy bar lying on the floor nearby and reached down to unwrap it.

“By the way,” he addressed the only other person in the room who didn’t look like they were late for an Early Bird Special, munching away on a hunk of chocolate, caramel, and nuts all the while. He pointed the candy bar at the Coffinstuffer from before in accusation, “Don’t accept that geezer’s candy. It’s a trap, all he does is make fun of your dick and give you a lecture. Then he keeps the candy. Totally not worth it.”