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[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy waited outside the coffee shop, sitting in at one of the outside tables, sipping his drink. He wasn't really one for fancy drinks, especially ones he'd likely have to abandon partway through once they began their investigation, so he just got a plain black coffee and put a few sugars in it. He sipped at it slowly, while keeping an eye out for a big, black dog. He just hoped no actual black strays would wander by, but then, that was a chance they'd have to take to pull this off without drawing attention.

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[constantprisoner]

If there was one thing Sirius appreciated about his shifted form, it was the freedom that it allowed him. He didn't have to worry about being recognized, since all anyone saw was a large, friendly stray roaming the streets of London. He had to remind himself a few times to keeps his mind on his mission, however, as it was easy for him to get distracted and start doing, well, dog things.

He finds the coffee shop eventually though, catching on to Roddy's scent. He lopes out from the back alley, trotting through the crowd and taking some pleasure in the stir he's causing and sniffing about here and there to seem natural. At least until he looks up at Roddy and tries to catch his eye, moving a bit closer. At least before looking away and gratefully accepting the last bites of sandwich from a small child.