Final Request

He listened to her talk with gentle pulls on his cigarette, smoke swirling before his muzzle with a soft huff in thought. His gaze flickered to her familiar, hidden happily beneath her cloak, as she mentioned him. Oh, no, that would not do... one look at the tentacle creature and she would be called out immediately. His lips pressed together in a thin line as his gaze searched the shambles of his apartment, pausing only as he sought out his own cloak: black in color with coffee stains and cigarette burns... but it would work.

He pulled himself to his hooves as she continued, a small chuckle on his lips at the mention of the donut shop. He couldn't blame her; that was why he lived as far away from the food court as possible (well, that, and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from the temptations- he did love donuts).

And he nodded at the mention of her parents, reaching to pick up the old cloak from the small pile of clothes it laid on. "I'll cover for you for as long as I can." He replied, shaking the dust from the fabric before turning back to the bovine and her otherworldly familiar. "I'm not sure how easy it will be to sway them, but..." A shrug left his shoulders. He had been here long enough that there was no reason to not trust him... and if that reason came... well, he only hoped his seniority meant something. 

With a flutter of the cloak, he dropped it onto her familiar to hide the little urchin. Sure, it would be strange to see it shuffling after her, but at least the tentacles weren't exposed. It would save them a bit of time, anyways, if they were to draw attention to themselves.

Kerelas took one last drag of his cigarette before squishing the end into the ashtray and turning to the door. His brow furrowed, his mind's fingers pushing at his glasses. "Stay here, give me thirty minutes." He said, a plan quickly forming. "Both of us wandering the halls this late will be suspicious. I will watch the guards, put down the ones that are in the way, and by then, you'll be following close behind." 

He waited just a beat for confirmation before taking in a breath and slipping out his doorway. His first act of subtle rebellion. There was no coming back from this.