[Log, Week 9, Day 1] I feel a storm coming (backdated)
Who: Matt, Mello
Status: Closed
Style: Prose
Where: The inn at Yomisato, a bit after this
When: Night, Week 9, Day 1
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Just their potty mouths, I expect.
Waiting for Mello is uncomfortably familiar, and Matt doesn't even have a game or smokes to distract himself with this time. He looks around the room, which takes him about ten seconds, kills a little more time looking out the narrow window, picking what would be good spots to set up snipers. Or archers, he guesses, here.
He makes his few remaining coins into a stack, then a square, then decides that's really fucking pathetic as a time-killer, and flops onto the too-soft mattress and starts a mental list of how many swears he thinks Mello will find necessary to use in bitching him out for selling his boots. At least five, he bets, and has to laugh about that. Not like I'm gonna get pneumonia and die, dude, he tells imaginary!Mello. And even if I did, I'd come back, right?
Yeah, no, that's not so funny anymore.
Status: Closed
Style: Prose
Where: The inn at Yomisato, a bit after this
When: Night, Week 9, Day 1
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Just their potty mouths, I expect.
Waiting for Mello is uncomfortably familiar, and Matt doesn't even have a game or smokes to distract himself with this time. He looks around the room, which takes him about ten seconds, kills a little more time looking out the narrow window, picking what would be good spots to set up snipers. Or archers, he guesses, here.
He makes his few remaining coins into a stack, then a square, then decides that's really fucking pathetic as a time-killer, and flops onto the too-soft mattress and starts a mental list of how many swears he thinks Mello will find necessary to use in bitching him out for selling his boots. At least five, he bets, and has to laugh about that. Not like I'm gonna get pneumonia and die, dude, he tells imaginary!Mello. And even if I did, I'd come back, right?
Yeah, no, that's not so funny anymore.