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WHO: Lloyd Asplund (
puddingfetish ), Hokuto Umeda (
liteanotherone )
WHAT: Cutting a deal for pudding
WHERE: Umeda's penthouse
WHEN: Day 83, evening
As Lloyd walked with quick steps down the fashionable streets to Umeda's place, having abandoned the white lab coat for his usual green sweater and dark slacks, he had to admit that Spanner...kind of lived in a dump. Not that this bothered Lloyd so much; he didn't really care where he lived, as long as it was close to his work. This felt a little too much like the useless grandeur back home at the Asplund estate, which he had never cared for. Still, it wasn't for him to judge. Umeda could live wherever he wanted, as long as he had good pudding and was willing to share. Lloyd was curious, too, about what Umeda expected to get in return for this. It may seem childish, but the really good pudding? It was worth a high price. If the man could afford to live here, the man could afford some decent pudding, and Lloyd wanted it. And then he wanted to know where it came from, so he could get it himself. He smirked as he rode the elevator up to the penthouse and waited for the doors to open. This could be a very interesting evening.
Too bad it probably wasn't going to be interesting in the way he was anticipating. Spanner really should have given him some sort of warnings about the sorts of people who lived in this town.
puddingfetish ), Hokuto Umeda (
liteanotherone )
WHAT: Cutting a deal for pudding
WHERE: Umeda's penthouse
WHEN: Day 83, evening
As Lloyd walked with quick steps down the fashionable streets to Umeda's place, having abandoned the white lab coat for his usual green sweater and dark slacks, he had to admit that Spanner...kind of lived in a dump. Not that this bothered Lloyd so much; he didn't really care where he lived, as long as it was close to his work. This felt a little too much like the useless grandeur back home at the Asplund estate, which he had never cared for. Still, it wasn't for him to judge. Umeda could live wherever he wanted, as long as he had good pudding and was willing to share. Lloyd was curious, too, about what Umeda expected to get in return for this. It may seem childish, but the really good pudding? It was worth a high price. If the man could afford to live here, the man could afford some decent pudding, and Lloyd wanted it. And then he wanted to know where it came from, so he could get it himself. He smirked as he rode the elevator up to the penthouse and waited for the doors to open. This could be a very interesting evening.
Too bad it probably wasn't going to be interesting in the way he was anticipating. Spanner really should have given him some sort of warnings about the sorts of people who lived in this town.