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Time: January 7, 2002 - Morning
Status: Public (John, Kit, Famine, Bast, Loki, Anathema, Others?)
Place: Restaurant and Touring the Manor
Summary: Kit gets the grand tour.
He was trying not to fidget as he waited for Kit to come down to breakfast. It was a losing battle.
Having awakened only mildly hung-over and more or less in possession of his faculties, John had gone to more trouble than usual to look respectable this morning, shaving with a fresh razor blade and carefully straightening his tie. Utter bollocks, he knew--Kit would barely recognize him, but maybe that was part of the point. Or maybe he just needed to keep himself busy by whatever means presented itself. He was just glad he'd managed not to accidentally slit his throat.
He'd been over the breakfast menu several times since he'd arrived (slightly early, for lack of anything else to divert him up in his own room,) and damned if he had any idea what was on it. Probably just wind up ordering whatever Kit did. She'd never steered him wrong when it came to food. Or alcohol. Or other controlled substances. Which he could really use right now.
And why the fuck had he been daft enough to order coffee?
Status: Public (John, Kit, Famine, Bast, Loki, Anathema, Others?)
Place: Restaurant and Touring the Manor
Summary: Kit gets the grand tour.
He was trying not to fidget as he waited for Kit to come down to breakfast. It was a losing battle.
Having awakened only mildly hung-over and more or less in possession of his faculties, John had gone to more trouble than usual to look respectable this morning, shaving with a fresh razor blade and carefully straightening his tie. Utter bollocks, he knew--Kit would barely recognize him, but maybe that was part of the point. Or maybe he just needed to keep himself busy by whatever means presented itself. He was just glad he'd managed not to accidentally slit his throat.
He'd been over the breakfast menu several times since he'd arrived (slightly early, for lack of anything else to divert him up in his own room,) and damned if he had any idea what was on it. Probably just wind up ordering whatever Kit did. She'd never steered him wrong when it came to food. Or alcohol. Or other controlled substances. Which he could really use right now.
And why the fuck had he been daft enough to order coffee?