no, no happy little trees.
WHO: Ruka and Jericho
WHERE: Titans Tower, maybe elsewhere.
WHEN: 9/26, late morning/early afternoon or something
WARNINGS: What.
FORMAT: No.
Joseph seemed to get more than he asked for, if he asked at all. Instead of one sketchpad he had three, and enough pencils to fill up an empty soup can. It was overwhelming at first, but he got used to the generosity of his teammates--rather, his friends. This world was hardly disorienting, and if he thought about it, he would probably say he preferred it.
And, come to think of it, now that he'd agreed to help somebody learn to draw, those extra sketchpads and papers would come in handy sooner than later. That somebody--Ruka, she said--was due any minute, so Joseph sat outside on the steps, paper and pencils in his lap. It was too nice a day to sit indoors anyway; there weren't going to be a lot of warm days left.
Winter in the city, though...Not something he could recall experiencing. That was exciting to think about. Maybe not so much for the cold itself, but just for the scenery. Ice-lined balconies and buildings with snow striped across them...And if this was anything like the New York from home, then there'd be quite a display to see downtown.
Thinking about it sent his mind wandering, staring into nothing as people passed by on their own time.
WHERE: Titans Tower, maybe elsewhere.
WHEN: 9/26, late morning/early afternoon or something
WARNINGS: What.
FORMAT: No.
Joseph seemed to get more than he asked for, if he asked at all. Instead of one sketchpad he had three, and enough pencils to fill up an empty soup can. It was overwhelming at first, but he got used to the generosity of his teammates--rather, his friends. This world was hardly disorienting, and if he thought about it, he would probably say he preferred it.
And, come to think of it, now that he'd agreed to help somebody learn to draw, those extra sketchpads and papers would come in handy sooner than later. That somebody--Ruka, she said--was due any minute, so Joseph sat outside on the steps, paper and pencils in his lap. It was too nice a day to sit indoors anyway; there weren't going to be a lot of warm days left.
Winter in the city, though...Not something he could recall experiencing. That was exciting to think about. Maybe not so much for the cold itself, but just for the scenery. Ice-lined balconies and buildings with snow striped across them...And if this was anything like the New York from home, then there'd be quite a display to see downtown.
Thinking about it sent his mind wandering, staring into nothing as people passed by on their own time.