forty-two shots and dinner
[forward-dated to the evening]
[filter; a random restaurant in City Royale]
[Cross flashes a smile to the waitress as he takes a glass of wine from her, nodding his thanks before falling back into concentration. The pen in his other hand is set down in favor of drinking some wine, although his attention is focused more on the writing within the journal.
Is this little dinner date with Riful reckless? Oh, completely. Is it a Bad Idea? 100%. But sometimes, he felt the need to inject a little danger into his life. He could walk out of this restaurant limbs and insides intact, or be back in two weeks - the first option is preferable, obviously.
The wine glass is set down on the tabletop as he closes the journal, having informed Riful of the location to meet him for tonight. Golden yellow comes into his sight as Timcanpy floats down from his perch on top of Cross's head, coming to rest on the redhead's hand. It would be amusing if Riful threw a hissy fit over the golem accompanying him.]
[filter; a random restaurant in City Royale]
[Cross flashes a smile to the waitress as he takes a glass of wine from her, nodding his thanks before falling back into concentration. The pen in his other hand is set down in favor of drinking some wine, although his attention is focused more on the writing within the journal.
Is this little dinner date with Riful reckless? Oh, completely. Is it a Bad Idea? 100%. But sometimes, he felt the need to inject a little danger into his life. He could walk out of this restaurant limbs and insides intact, or be back in two weeks - the first option is preferable, obviously.
The wine glass is set down on the tabletop as he closes the journal, having informed Riful of the location to meet him for tonight. Golden yellow comes into his sight as Timcanpy floats down from his perch on top of Cross's head, coming to rest on the redhead's hand. It would be amusing if Riful threw a hissy fit over the golem accompanying him.]