"Just try."
"Yukine," his voice stern, "You understand you cannot speak of this to any of the members, right? We need to focus on the mission at hand." Yukine nodded, swallowing the lump that had accumulated in his throat. Cathal nodded and they continued walking. How many times had they circled the station? He had stopped counting after ten times. The young Master pulled out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, lighting it up with his free hands.
Cathal's usual scowl was plastered on his face and his usual attire was layered nicely for the chilly English night. If he really wanted to, he would wonder around in swim shorts, but he had to appear normal in some sense. Yukine was wrapped up in a green down parka with his signature hat placed snugly on his head. Any Keeper that saw the pair would feel the brotherly aura they gave off. But of course, all any human would see is Cathal, leaning against a support beam and smoking. He pulled out his watch to check the time. The Guild Mates should have been arriving any second.
"I still don't get it. If they are a top guild, why would they send you to 'straighten them up'? They shouldn't be a top guild if they need a babysitter."
"Every Guild needs a Guild Master, Yukine. I've told you this." Cathal took a last hit off his cigarette before stomping out the remainder onto the concrete below him. "They just need a little help right now is all. A lot of them just need a little push in the right direction. I know they are all capable young men and women, but even the best need a little help now and then. They can't be expected to do everything perfectly. Despite morality, the Council still rips away their Master and shoves a new one on them. I don't know if they would be very happy knowing that Geoffrey is a drooling mutt now." Cathal looked up and down the ragged station, scanning for both Keepers and demons.