<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/>"Yeah, not my digs," Kumiho replied, sure anyway that he hadn't seen this fellow at a hotel.  He began to have some sort of inkling of where he might place the face, but he was sure he hadn't been in this skin at that time.  Clearly the fellow wouldn't recognize him now as a man, even if he'd made a big impression in another guise.<br/><br/>"No, you're not interrupting, just taking in the city," he replied, pausing and shifting his stance towards the fellow, as well as his mental stance.  He was starting to figure out what was going on, but something still seemed off.  But Kumiho was nimble on his feet, literally and metaphorically.  "So a beer would be great.  Kumiho, by the way," he said, holding out a hand.  "If you've found a good place, or one you want to try, point the way."<br/><br/>"Yeah, you can kind of tell a traveler, can't you?" Kumiho responded, laughing.  Though he was guessing this fellow flew better than Kumi did, and perhaps had different reasons to stay on the move.  Still, there was nothing more ridiculous than someone who stayed in the same place their whole life.  At least this American wasn't one of those.  "Where did you just come from?"