As Dove and his Ren sit in one of the booths, waiting for the inevitable march of boots clambering down like a war promised to be inflicted down upon them- Maruki steps into the cafe.

Taking in the distinct smell of coffee, paired with the warmth the place brings over the otherwise cold December. He's barely made his way in as he stalls before taking deep breaths as he looks ahead and for a moment-

His face vehemently runs into cob webs.

"Wha-" Maruki's eyes widen- waving his hand off as the white...string that he swore his face touched has extinguised into nothingness. His insides squirm as his gaze darts around for a moment before he brings up a closed fist and coughs into it- as if trying to bridge himself into something more orderly. "I mean- uh sorry about that."

Cobwebs.

That was definitely Azathoth's doing.

He looks around for a moment, carefully accessing any eavesdroppers in the distance. When he finds none, he offers them a placid smile. And that Ren. "Is there any time for pleasantries still or...would you like your tapes first?"

He brings out his small work bag he interchangeably used for his time in college as well- patting on it as if to let them know their tapes were safe and sound. Ever the considerate doctor as well, wanting to give them their tapes when they wished for it in the way they pleased.