<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First Meetings<br/><br/>Kumiho shook the man's hand, firm without being annoying.  Like every American, he included his actual country he lived in as an afterthought, something Kumi had noticed quite often over the years.  But at least he didn't attempt to crush your hand like some of the Americans, as if greetings were meant to be a survival of the fittest.  And he knew how to enjoy a city.  It was rare enough to find a traveler like that, and an American one was a four leaf clover.<br/><br/>"Sounds great, let's check it out.  And I agree, even the worst bars here somehow pour liquid gold from the taps."  He turned and walked along with Max, continuing his interested examination of the street and scene while they walked, though he had half an eye on Max himself.  Had the big fellow simply used the "don't I know you" line to ask Kumi for a beer?  It was a possibility, he supposed, though a rather bold one to try on a random fellow on the street.  Kumiho had found that this form was attractive to both men and women, but he didn't think it screamed "gay."  If Max was simply looking for a date he was taking a big swing for the fences here.<br/><br/>Kumi was not particularly concerned, he was simply toying with these ideas mentally as they walked along and made some small talk.  But as an Evolved he always considered an ulterior motive when pieces didn't quite fit.  He had never come particularly close to being caught, but partly because he always considered the possibility that they would find him some way.  Strange  men asking him for a beer didn't seem a standard Tac 6 move, but Kumi was always afraid that they would find a new tactic, something that wouldn't allow him an easy escape.<br/><br/>Kumi slid into a seat opposite Max and glanced around.  He loved outdoor seating, allowed you to still watch the scene and had always felt with a moment's distraction he could be gone and unrecognizable if need be.  He nodded in satisfaction and turned his attention back to the fellow across from him.  "West Coast, eh?  You don't look like the Oregon type, not enough length to your beard.  I'm going to guess Silicon Valley, maybe venture capital, or you sold some company and now you spend your time building a personal submarine or saving up for a space flight."