[RL with Sherry and Naoto] [Backdated to Claire's last post]
Early in the evening, just past the supper hour, the Flying Pussyfoot chugged into the station in Salt Lake City, hissing steam. The first class cars at the front of the train were almost ridiculously ornate, gilded in gold over glossy black paint, the odd name of the train embossed on the side in gold lettering.
Claire finished up his duties and then stepped off of the train to stretch his legs and look for his promised two new passengers. He had no doubt he'd have no difficulty getting Sherry aboard, but he'd definitely be checking Naoto's ticket before he brought her with.
It wasn't anything personal, but it was only Sherry that he'd invited. If Naoto wanted to chaperone, that was her prerogative.
Claire finished up his duties and then stepped off of the train to stretch his legs and look for his promised two new passengers. He had no doubt he'd have no difficulty getting Sherry aboard, but he'd definitely be checking Naoto's ticket before he brought her with.
It wasn't anything personal, but it was only Sherry that he'd invited. If Naoto wanted to chaperone, that was her prerogative.