Right, right turn off the lights / We gonna lose our minds tonight
Characters: Ginko (iattractmushi) and Hawk (crimson_seeker)
Date/Time: August 3
Location: Bazaar ---> Bar
Rating: PG-13? I'm sure there will be swearing
Summary: A troubled Ginko runs into Hawk, who has issues of his own to deal with. Clearly they both need a drink.
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Ginko wandered through the Bazaar, hands in his pockets. He wasn’t headed anywhere in particular, just... wandering, gaze sliding over the wares on display with little interest. He was relieved to be solid-looking again (and found himself looking at his skin repeatedly, as if to reassure himself of that fact), but confused about his actions over the past few weeks. Going to a strange meeting was barely acceptable, but he didn’t understand the uncaring attitude that he had seemed to display during it. And why had he returned to that wilderness afterward, and gotten drunk? The fact that he now owned a house in section 3 seemed the least of his odd actions, though he had done that nearly three weeks ago, and for apparently no reason.
The cat ears and tail that he still had were, similarly, the least of his worries. He’d gotten used to them, though he still couldn’t completely control their movements. The ears pricked up now, swiveling forward, as he noticed a familiar form ahead of him. He called out without stopping to wonder if his friend actually wanted company--Ginko himself definitely wanted to be anything but alone right now.
Especially since he was starting to wonder if he was going mad. “Hey, Hawk. Wait.”
Date/Time: August 3
Location: Bazaar ---> Bar
Rating: PG-13? I'm sure there will be swearing
Summary: A troubled Ginko runs into Hawk, who has issues of his own to deal with. Clearly they both need a drink.
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Ginko wandered through the Bazaar, hands in his pockets. He wasn’t headed anywhere in particular, just... wandering, gaze sliding over the wares on display with little interest. He was relieved to be solid-looking again (and found himself looking at his skin repeatedly, as if to reassure himself of that fact), but confused about his actions over the past few weeks. Going to a strange meeting was barely acceptable, but he didn’t understand the uncaring attitude that he had seemed to display during it. And why had he returned to that wilderness afterward, and gotten drunk? The fact that he now owned a house in section 3 seemed the least of his odd actions, though he had done that nearly three weeks ago, and for apparently no reason.
The cat ears and tail that he still had were, similarly, the least of his worries. He’d gotten used to them, though he still couldn’t completely control their movements. The ears pricked up now, swiveling forward, as he noticed a familiar form ahead of him. He called out without stopping to wonder if his friend actually wanted company--Ginko himself definitely wanted to be anything but alone right now.
Especially since he was starting to wonder if he was going mad. “Hey, Hawk. Wait.”