We'd be the best of friends...
Characters: Facing_Danger and specificities
Setting/Location: Riviere, shortly after arriving
Date & Time: Probably in the morning, Day 52
Warnings: ---
Summary: Arthur's emotional and Face can't lie.
Face was somewhat hesitant to say anything from the moment he woke up and he didn't understand why. As far as he could tell, the day was no different than any other; or rather, he didn't seem to be growing fur or fangs, nor did he seem to be a child, and he most certainly hadn't been spirited away to an unknown location in his sleep. So why was it he felt so...vulnerable? It was as if his subconscious knew something he didn't, though what that was, he had no way of telling.
He sighed as he slid into his jacket, frowning at the thought of how many days he'd been wearing the same clothing. What he wouldn't have given for a high-end boutique or even a dry cleaners. It was a miracle, despite everything that had happened, that he was still able to wear the clothing he had arrived in. At least he had managed to keep his garments from getting too noticeably dirty. He didn't know how he'd deal with a true stain on his shirt, much less a permanent mark on his shoes. Simon Simmons' caravan was certainly trying his patience in personal grooming, that much was for sure. He glanced over at Arthur from where he stood and shot one of his trademark smirks.
"Ready for a new day?" He asked playfully. "Something tells me if we're not getting mauled by each other, it's going to be another quiet one. Just like yesterday. And the day before....and the day before that..."
Setting/Location: Riviere, shortly after arriving
Date & Time: Probably in the morning, Day 52
Warnings: ---
Summary: Arthur's emotional and Face can't lie.
Face was somewhat hesitant to say anything from the moment he woke up and he didn't understand why. As far as he could tell, the day was no different than any other; or rather, he didn't seem to be growing fur or fangs, nor did he seem to be a child, and he most certainly hadn't been spirited away to an unknown location in his sleep. So why was it he felt so...vulnerable? It was as if his subconscious knew something he didn't, though what that was, he had no way of telling.
He sighed as he slid into his jacket, frowning at the thought of how many days he'd been wearing the same clothing. What he wouldn't have given for a high-end boutique or even a dry cleaners. It was a miracle, despite everything that had happened, that he was still able to wear the clothing he had arrived in. At least he had managed to keep his garments from getting too noticeably dirty. He didn't know how he'd deal with a true stain on his shirt, much less a permanent mark on his shoes. Simon Simmons' caravan was certainly trying his patience in personal grooming, that much was for sure. He glanced over at Arthur from where he stood and shot one of his trademark smirks.
"Ready for a new day?" He asked playfully. "Something tells me if we're not getting mauled by each other, it's going to be another quiet one. Just like yesterday. And the day before....and the day before that..."