'You can't wring your hands and roll up your sleeves at the same time.'
Characters: Fuu Hououji and Xion
Location: Between the Janus Theatre and the pub, near the mysterious phone booth.
Time: Backdated Afternoon of July 19, after Xion's post.
Summary: Xion's post gave Fuu palpitations! Being all paranoid about secrets and observers and stuff, she goes to share her anxieties with Xion. (Poor guy.)
Warnings: None.
Fuu looked at Xion's CAT post and simply stared for a moment.
Okay, maybe her fears about observers and them tapping into her thoughts and a faction secretly trying to help the people who were summoned was all just smoke and mirrors. Maybe. She rather wished she could convince herself of it, and then she could get rid of the anxiety that seemed to be creeping up on her.
She had to talk to Xion about it. At least to warn him against talking about the extra messages that they were receiving on the CAT. And that meant a trip in person.
So she got on her bike and booked it down to where the phone booth was. Thankfully, Xion was still there, sitting on the bench where he'd sent the message from.
"Hello, Mister Xion," she greeted him as she approached.
Location: Between the Janus Theatre and the pub, near the mysterious phone booth.
Time: Backdated Afternoon of July 19, after Xion's post.
Summary: Xion's post gave Fuu palpitations! Being all paranoid about secrets and observers and stuff, she goes to share her anxieties with Xion. (Poor guy.)
Warnings: None.
Fuu looked at Xion's CAT post and simply stared for a moment.
Okay, maybe her fears about observers and them tapping into her thoughts and a faction secretly trying to help the people who were summoned was all just smoke and mirrors. Maybe. She rather wished she could convince herself of it, and then she could get rid of the anxiety that seemed to be creeping up on her.
She had to talk to Xion about it. At least to warn him against talking about the extra messages that they were receiving on the CAT. And that meant a trip in person.
So she got on her bike and booked it down to where the phone booth was. Thankfully, Xion was still there, sitting on the bench where he'd sent the message from.
"Hello, Mister Xion," she greeted him as she approached.