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Zenigata is a cop. He started at the bottom of the dogpile, you know? Did street work, had a beat. Did some time doing a variety of jobs, he saw a lot of wild shit with the proverbial sex, drugs and rock n' roll crowd. Even in Chiyoda, where it's mostly salarymen and imported otaku from Akihabara coming down to Kanda-Myojin, it still got crazy.

So, this cop, he has instincts. And every old street cop instinct is telling him that this man is going to either cause a lot of trouble or get in a lot of trouble. He's not sure which.

"Young man," because Klaus is younger than him, alright, "are you -- well?" Zenigata has a concern. He's gathering new concerns by the moment as he looks up from his tiny battered laptop, his whiskey and his ashtray full of cigarette butts at his end of the bar. Klaus is ten types of concerns in a rainbow coat, that's what Klaus is.

(Also, as his taste in men tends to run to a certain hard-partying noodle-man with a only slightly buffer build than Klaus but who ends up topless just as frequently, well. There might be a brief flicker of well that's pretty for a single hot second before he goes right back to being a deeply closeted agent of Interpol.)

Cause a lot of trouble or get into a lot of trouble?

Can it be both?

Klaus votes both.

He pivots on one heel, his arms open wide (both for dramatic effect because this coat is bomb and because his balance is a wee bit shit right now after the night he's had). There are two faint red patches on his chest that are hidden again when the coat falls back down.

"Awww, you care, that's so sweet!" He croons. "You should have a drink with me."

Both. Both are entirely possible.

The dramatic move with Klaus and his amazing coat has Zenigata doing an inventory as he sits there, looking like an overworked salaryman (who just happens to hit the gym a lot, but can't quite shake some little love handles) and continue to take inventory. Klaus obviously checked himself out of a medical facility. Is still injured. Probably drunk, high, or both.

"Have a seat, and we'll drink," he says, flashing a crooked grin. He knows he has no authority here, and as a binge-drinking depression alcoholic, he can't really throw stones from glass house, either. Best to just manage him and see just how much trouble Klaus is in, and then evaluate for courses of action.

Right now Klaus is as close to sober as he cares to get, thanks to a whopping dose of Narcan from his second-favorite cute EMT, though he did manage to get a drink in before things got too rough. He's just... Like That.

He flops into a chair near his new friend, with a curious look at the laptop.

"But we're going to need better alcohol than this." Klaus decides, setting his two bottles on the table, and twisting to wave a hand at the nearest waitrat.

"Yoohoooo! Over here, lovely, just need a moment..."

It's very obviously a Bar Request, as it's shiny, new, and doesn't have any branding. If he's going to be stuck, he's going to work on another skill to defeat Lupin, which means getting more familiar with basic programming. He'll never be really apt with it - he learns very quickly and avidly, but that can't defeat that he became a cop before computers were a big deal...

....even if in hi world, weird science and an accelerated technological curve means he's got weirder tech than most available. After all, his ward controls an AI with an earring and a Lupin owns a HUD monocle. Zenigata barely manages his phone, laptop, and tablet.

"You are probably right, as that seems to be, hmmm. Fairly plain stuff," he said, familiar with liquor of a variety of companies and labels.

He waits for the rat; he wants a refill of his whiskey, which is what he asks for when she comes over.

Klaus has no idea what it even is. Having a Sir Reginald Hargreeves in your timeline does some screwy things to technology development - you do get robot mom, but you don't get laptops. Or cell phones. Turns out cell phones would have been helpful.

"It's horrible, so it can be drunk later." Klaus decides emphatically - later when his taste buds are trashed anyway and he won't have any memories of it. He then proceeds to order a ridiculously over-the-top cocktail, making sure that will definitely come in a glass nearly as big as his head, with a curly straw.

Seems appropriate.

That is a hell of a cocktail. Zenigata is a hard drinking man, but he tends to enjoy beer on light socialization and home drinking, whiskey or other hard liquors when he's deep in the shit or working late into the night on some project or another, and cocktails never.

"Right," he says, because Japanese drinking culture is a hell of a thing, and Zenigata knows how to handle it. "Good stuff when you can taste it, cheap shit when you don't need to."

But then he remembers himself: "I'm Zenigata Koichi. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, mister...?"

"Oh, I'm Klaus." He offers, with a wave of a hand (HELLO). "Um. Hargreeves. Which brings me to my more important point," He charges on, drumming his fingers on the table as the poor waitrat retreats. "Dear old daddy Hargreeves has died, and we are drinking to his demise. May he have the shittiest time in hell."

Interesting hand. Zenigata tracks the word, and then looks back to Klaus. "Can't say I know the name, but I know the feeling."

His relationship with his family is fraught with difficulty, especially since he walked away from them in the end to pursue Lupin. Alienating his family, losing his wife and being completely estranged from his daughter, Zenigata is the Bad Dad as much as his own father had been to him, just in different ways. Apples and trees, after all.