{thread} guilt trip to the museum
Who: Romeo (majestic_blue) and Chris Halliwell (nottwiceblessed)
What: Having coffee.
When: Tuesday afternoon, after an event and an invitation.
Where: In the Paradisa Town museum coffee shop, lulz.
Rating: It'd better be G or else Mr. Resetti will bust a cap in yo' ass.
He said two o'clock, and Romeo was there at one-fifty-five, effectively breaking his fifteen minutes early streak. It wasn't his fault, really. It was the castle-- or, in this case, town. Romeo stood around in something not too much different from his normal outfit, at least in resemblances of plaid, though it strayed from theater geek into pirate territory thanks to the swashbuckling mini-boots.
He'd taken a few minutes after Yuan left in order to clean himself up and not look like anything had happened. Romeo didn't like to hide things from Chris so much as wait until the right time. He stalked a small round table with a decent view of some not-very-decent coffee shop art and sat, waited for Chris, and tried not to look as unnerved as he felt. Calm. Calm. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands across his stomach, feigning serenity until he felt it. That helped.
Now for the other one to make his entrance...
What: Having coffee.
When: Tuesday afternoon, after an event and an invitation.
Where: In the Paradisa Town museum coffee shop, lulz.
Rating: It'd better be G or else Mr. Resetti will bust a cap in yo' ass.
He said two o'clock, and Romeo was there at one-fifty-five, effectively breaking his fifteen minutes early streak. It wasn't his fault, really. It was the castle-- or, in this case, town. Romeo stood around in something not too much different from his normal outfit, at least in resemblances of plaid, though it strayed from theater geek into pirate territory thanks to the swashbuckling mini-boots.
He'd taken a few minutes after Yuan left in order to clean himself up and not look like anything had happened. Romeo didn't like to hide things from Chris so much as wait until the right time. He stalked a small round table with a decent view of some not-very-decent coffee shop art and sat, waited for Chris, and tried not to look as unnerved as he felt. Calm. Calm. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands across his stomach, feigning serenity until he felt it. That helped.
Now for the other one to make his entrance...