003 - *insert witty text here*

[arrowspride]

Cross?

I am thinking of retrieving the keys now. And possibly his other items left, if that is acceptable to you.

Thank you.

Comments

[crownofsnow]

The only items left were the shop, the tailoring materials, and two items I wish to keep. Where do you want to meet. I apologize for not getting to you sooner this epidemic has kept the medical staff pretty busy.

[arrowspride]

That's all right- I understand how busy everyone has been lately.

I'm not quite familiar with the layout of this area... but perhaps the marketplace? Or I could make my way to Medical Island.

[crownofsnow]

The Marketplace, I'll meet you there. I'm off work today and had to run a few errands.

Quicklog?

[arrowspride]

Very well then.

[As stated, he's not so familiar with the complete layout of the tree, but he knows enough to find the places for his most basic needs. He makes his way in a brisk pace.]

Quicklog Three...two...one... initate!

[crownofsnow]

[Cross has been in the marketplace picking up things for the house. He makes his way to the entrance of the marketplace in swift silence. Wing had coughed up the keys he'd kept in safe keeping before hand so he had those in hand as he came to stop.]

Quicklog *drumroll*

[arrowspride]

[He would be lying to himself if he was not apprehensive of meeting Cross once again in person. After all, their first meeting was not quite ideal, what with the setting and current situation.

And previous happenings.

But Seele told himself that he had to go through everything life throws at him, or he would be less of a man than he can, and should be.

He spots Cross, and makes a (rather crooked) beeline for him.] Mr. Cross.

Quicklog *gituar riff*

[crownofsnow]

[While Cross didn't show it on his face he was just as nervous. He used to wonder how he got so good at hiding his real feelings behind a smile. Some part of him said he didn't want to ever know. But that wasn't now.

He raises a hand in greeting and makes it a little easier on Seele deciding to meet him halfway. He glides through the day crowd with the ease of someone used to walking through the market.] Hello, Mister Seele. I hope the day finds you well?

Quicklog ffffuck yeah

[arrowspride]

[Seele nods politely.] Yes. And yours?

[Well, they seem to be off on a good foot right now. Hopefully they could continue of like this for the duration of the quick meeting.

Unless the tree would decide they needed yet another invasion.]

Quicklog woo!

[crownofsnow]

Its been pretty good. I can't say I've had any troubles.

[He risks a slightly warmer smile to communicate how well the day had treated him. But it seems to fade a little as he looks at the sky.]

I only wish everyone wasn't getting sick like they have.

[Cross shakes his head and produces the keys without missing a beat.]

I have the keys right here. The fabrics and materials were stored inside. I made sure to go in each week and keep it clean. Do you want me to show you where it is?

Quicklog

[arrowspride]

It was certainly a troublesome kind of sickness. I have been reading all the complaints on the journals, and I daresay people will be glad when it has passed.

[He looks at the keys with a little anxiety. Now that he was here, he had to go through with all this. He had had much time to think about this, and he had made his decision. There was no more reasons for him to stop.]

Ah, yes, please. If I will not be too much of a bother.

Quicklog

[crownofsnow]

I'm really glad I haven't gotten it at all! I'm worried about those that have even if it seems a relatively harmless sickness.

[Cross inclines his head once and turns to go back the way he came. He almost feels like he's losing something but he had told himself that it was time he stopped standing still on this matter. The only way was forward. So he walks forward leading Seele back to the shop he knew a bit too well.] This way, Mister Seele.

Quicklog

[arrowspride]

Yes.

[He follows Cross silently, immersed in his thoughts. What he would do with the shop, how it would affect the people "Shiro" knew, how he would get through living in this place...

So many things to think of.]

Quicklog

[crownofsnow]

[And there's nothing further to say but he doesn't show how much that bothers him. Cross keeps walking as he always does until they reach the shop. He unlocks the front door and walks inside.]

Quicklog

[arrowspride]

[There's, suprisingly, no faint of stale air inside. Nor dirt, or dust. Cross really had been taking care of this place well.

It seems to suit himself very well though. He was a little... at home here. Which was good.]

Quicklog

[crownofsnow]

[Cross set the keys on the counter and turned on the lights.] Everything is here and carefully stored away.

Quicklog

[arrowspride]

Yes, thank you.

[He can see that much- everything is in order. Even the machine and other tools.]