love sticks
Characters: timebubble & lordsweatyhorse
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: 33B
Rating: PG?
Summary: Aradia makes a gesture of good will.
[ Settling in here, if it can even be called that, has been strange, to say the very least. She feels a little lost at time, trying to to come to grips with the separation from her timeline and her duties, but this rather uneventful week is making easing into things a little easier, at least. She's not really sure what she's supposed to do with the thing, but it seems like it might make a tasty snack- it has to at least taste better than the "food" she's had from the cafeteria. Her mogwai is slated to be eaten at some point, but she's saving it, for now.
Looking at her now though, you might think her to be quite fond of the bars, because she's got several of them wrapped up in a clean rag. This is her third or fourth lap around the corridor with them, and she once again pauses in front of suite 33. This is stupid, isn't it. Of course he's been eating, and probably something better than these things.
It's on her next lap that she stops, sighing and deciding to stop dragging her feet and being so ridiculous about this. He had said she could visit whenever, and she knew he meant it. She rolls her eyes, steps inside the suite and heads for his door, knocking briskly. ]
Equius?
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: 33B
Rating: PG?
Summary: Aradia makes a gesture of good will.
[ Settling in here, if it can even be called that, has been strange, to say the very least. She feels a little lost at time, trying to to come to grips with the separation from her timeline and her duties, but this rather uneventful week is making easing into things a little easier, at least. She's not really sure what she's supposed to do with the thing, but it seems like it might make a tasty snack- it has to at least taste better than the "food" she's had from the cafeteria. Her mogwai is slated to be eaten at some point, but she's saving it, for now.
Looking at her now though, you might think her to be quite fond of the bars, because she's got several of them wrapped up in a clean rag. This is her third or fourth lap around the corridor with them, and she once again pauses in front of suite 33. This is stupid, isn't it. Of course he's been eating, and probably something better than these things.
It's on her next lap that she stops, sighing and deciding to stop dragging her feet and being so ridiculous about this. He had said she could visit whenever, and she knew he meant it. She rolls her eyes, steps inside the suite and heads for his door, knocking briskly. ]
Equius?