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hadriel_logs2016-02-16 09:44 am
hotspurred) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-02-16 09:44 am
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Who: Henry Percy (hotspurred) and Maketh Tua (mismanagement).
What: Talking tactics and yelling over domestic technology.
Where: Henry's apartment.
When: Feb 15th, following this.
Warnings: Will add as necessary. None yet!
It seemed that Maketh was a woman who lived up to her word, Henry reflected with faint approval. She had all but ordered that this impending conversation take place, days ago at the armoury, and here they now were.
He opened the door and held it open for her, gesturing for her to come inside with his free hand.
Henry kept his apartment clean. Living alone made it easy enough to maintain, and his armour and weapons were carefully laid out in the second bedroom, out of the way while not in use. Other than the state of his bedroom, which was not on display, the only signs of his apartment being lived in were the couple of blank-paged books, a box of crayons and a rubber band ball sat on the small living area table, and the bottle of whiskey and a few bits of scavenged food stacked on the counter in the kitchenette.
"Please, take a seat," he said, out of obligation as her host rather than any particular friendliness. "And make yourself at home."
hotspurred) and Maketh Tua (mismanagement).What: Talking tactics and yelling over domestic technology.
Where: Henry's apartment.
When: Feb 15th, following this.
Warnings: Will add as necessary. None yet!
It seemed that Maketh was a woman who lived up to her word, Henry reflected with faint approval. She had all but ordered that this impending conversation take place, days ago at the armoury, and here they now were.
He opened the door and held it open for her, gesturing for her to come inside with his free hand.
Henry kept his apartment clean. Living alone made it easy enough to maintain, and his armour and weapons were carefully laid out in the second bedroom, out of the way while not in use. Other than the state of his bedroom, which was not on display, the only signs of his apartment being lived in were the couple of blank-paged books, a box of crayons and a rubber band ball sat on the small living area table, and the bottle of whiskey and a few bits of scavenged food stacked on the counter in the kitchenette.
"Please, take a seat," he said, out of obligation as her host rather than any particular friendliness. "And make yourself at home."