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Who: Lance and Greg
What: Lance and Greg need to man up. Together?
When: Monday, 12/07/10
Where: DATS Neon
Lance was looking for Greg. His feet had healed enough now that he could walk as many places as he liked, even though they still got a little sore and tender if he was on them too long--like now. Which meant he was limping a little as he moved through DATS Neon, because he'd had to walk the way there. His burns weren't healing nearly as quickly; the smaller ones were faster, but the hand-sized ones were taking their time, so he was just dressed in sweats and a loose shirt to keep his clothes from sticking. At least the pain didn't actually constrict his ability to breathe when he stretched them suddenly anymore, even if they were likely to scar.
It wasn't that he wanted this conversation, exactly, or even knew how to start it. He just knew that Greg had been quiet, like the redhead had been, for the last couple of weeks. In some ways there just ... wasn't much to be said, until one felt strong enough to do something. Sarasim and Ritsu had helped Lance with that. He'd apologised to Haku. Now he needed to talk to Greg.
After finding Greg's office empty, asking one of the digimon DATS members informed him that Greg was in the garage, and so with a sigh the redhead turned and, limping slightly, followed the path down there, coming to the entrance from the building side. He lingered there for a moment, peering in.
What: Lance and Greg need to man up. Together?
When: Monday, 12/07/10
Where: DATS Neon
Lance was looking for Greg. His feet had healed enough now that he could walk as many places as he liked, even though they still got a little sore and tender if he was on them too long--like now. Which meant he was limping a little as he moved through DATS Neon, because he'd had to walk the way there. His burns weren't healing nearly as quickly; the smaller ones were faster, but the hand-sized ones were taking their time, so he was just dressed in sweats and a loose shirt to keep his clothes from sticking. At least the pain didn't actually constrict his ability to breathe when he stretched them suddenly anymore, even if they were likely to scar.
It wasn't that he wanted this conversation, exactly, or even knew how to start it. He just knew that Greg had been quiet, like the redhead had been, for the last couple of weeks. In some ways there just ... wasn't much to be said, until one felt strong enough to do something. Sarasim and Ritsu had helped Lance with that. He'd apologised to Haku. Now he needed to talk to Greg.
After finding Greg's office empty, asking one of the digimon DATS members informed him that Greg was in the garage, and so with a sigh the redhead turned and, limping slightly, followed the path down there, coming to the entrance from the building side. He lingered there for a moment, peering in.