╰ no diabolical warlords? || log 001 || ☭
Who; lastyears_model & assworthsaving
Where; Zephry Pointe Complex Room 307
Style; Whatever.
Status; Closed.
( every week it was the same thing. she would pull on her coat, tug on her boots and head out to the shopping district to pick up whatever bits of groceries the apartment needed to keep herself happy for another week while Nate was crashed, so to speak, on their couch. and, like every other week that had passed, she’d bring home some cinnamon buns for the dork hoping that maybe this would be the week that he’d wake up and actually be able to enjoy them. unfortunately, every week she’d have to throw them out when they went bad
trudging up the stairs to their apartment, she pushed opened the door with her hip after having unlocked it and twisted the knob to unlatch it. gently she tapped her feet outside onto the mat she’d laid out to catch any snow she might track inside and made her way into the apartment. casting a glance to the man on the couch, she frowned and let a soft sigh pass her lips )
Still out… ( she muttered to herself. actually, she had been doing a lot of that as of late. with no one there for her to talk to now that Nate had fallen into a coma, she had started to talk to herself bit by bit, if only so there was a bit of noise in the apartment. the silence had become rather deafening and almost eerie ) So… Today’s not the day, either, huh?
I still want to get a tree, by the way. So, you’re going to have to wake up sometime before Christmas, Nate. ( tugging some food stuffs from the bags she’d carried in and set onto the counter, Elena set about putting things away while she spoke to her unconscious boyfriend ) I can buy all the trimmings and all that junk, but carrying a tree I cannot do. Although, I guess, if you’re still out by the time Christmas rolls around I could ask someone else to grab one for me.
( after setting a freshly bought plastic container of cinnamon buns onto the counter to replace the ones that had just expired, Elena moved toward the living area of the apartment and looked over the man. she frowned. setting herself down onto the edge of the coffee table to sit and look at him, Elena pressed a palm to her chin, placing her elbow to her knee
after a moment, she sighed )
Nate… ( pushing a hand through her hair, she closed her eyes )
Man, I wish you’d wake up…
Where; Zephry Pointe Complex Room 307
Style; Whatever.
Status; Closed.
( every week it was the same thing. she would pull on her coat, tug on her boots and head out to the shopping district to pick up whatever bits of groceries the apartment needed to keep herself happy for another week while Nate was crashed, so to speak, on their couch. and, like every other week that had passed, she’d bring home some cinnamon buns for the dork hoping that maybe this would be the week that he’d wake up and actually be able to enjoy them. unfortunately, every week she’d have to throw them out when they went bad
trudging up the stairs to their apartment, she pushed opened the door with her hip after having unlocked it and twisted the knob to unlatch it. gently she tapped her feet outside onto the mat she’d laid out to catch any snow she might track inside and made her way into the apartment. casting a glance to the man on the couch, she frowned and let a soft sigh pass her lips )
Still out… ( she muttered to herself. actually, she had been doing a lot of that as of late. with no one there for her to talk to now that Nate had fallen into a coma, she had started to talk to herself bit by bit, if only so there was a bit of noise in the apartment. the silence had become rather deafening and almost eerie ) So… Today’s not the day, either, huh?
I still want to get a tree, by the way. So, you’re going to have to wake up sometime before Christmas, Nate. ( tugging some food stuffs from the bags she’d carried in and set onto the counter, Elena set about putting things away while she spoke to her unconscious boyfriend ) I can buy all the trimmings and all that junk, but carrying a tree I cannot do. Although, I guess, if you’re still out by the time Christmas rolls around I could ask someone else to grab one for me.
( after setting a freshly bought plastic container of cinnamon buns onto the counter to replace the ones that had just expired, Elena moved toward the living area of the apartment and looked over the man. she frowned. setting herself down onto the edge of the coffee table to sit and look at him, Elena pressed a palm to her chin, placing her elbow to her knee
after a moment, she sighed )
Nate… ( pushing a hand through her hair, she closed her eyes )
Man, I wish you’d wake up…