Ω Eighty Six - [Spam for Rassilon]

[rass_bestie]

[Omega's made the odd effort, don't get me wrong, but he can't just push himself out the depression for anything more than a few minutes. So his plan at the moment is to stick to Rassilon like glue and hope for the best.]

[OOC: Sorry I didn't put it up til now, suddenly busy/uninspired this weekend, reply whenever.]

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Don't worry, I wasn't inspired, either. And will probably be pretty slow.

[shortsghtedlove]

[Rassilon finds his lovers state of mind rather worrying and has absolutely no problem with that tactic.] What do you think about lunch?

That's fine!

[rass_bestie]

It's a meal in the middle of the day? [He smiles for split second but it doesn't last.] I mean, there's a nice café down the street, perhaps there?

c:

[shortsghtedlove]

[He raises his eyebrow at Omega's joke, the slightest smile on his lips.] Yes, let's go there. [He reaches for Omega's hand.]

Re: c:

[rass_bestie]

[Omega takes it, threading his fingers through Rassilon's.]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Rassilon curls his fingers around Omega's.] It will be fine, my love.

[rass_bestie]

[Omega's smile is small.] They call it the City of Light.

[shortsghtedlove]

[He squeezes.] Shall we have a look at those lights then?

[rass_bestie]

When the sun sets, which given that it's October, shouldn't take too long?

[shortsghtedlove]

Of course.

Where do you want to sit?

[rass_bestie]

By the window?

[shortsghtedlove]

All right. [He sits down and look s through the menu.]

[rass_bestie]

[Omega sits down across from him. Picking up the menu, he looks at it.] We should have pastry.

[shortsghtedlove]

If you want. [He smiles at Omega, still trying to cheer him up.]

[rass_bestie]

It's how the French earned their place in cuisine. [Omega puts the effort in to smile back.]

[shortsghtedlove]

Then we have to try it. [The effort is noted and Rassilon's own smile doesn't disappear.]

[rass_bestie]

Croissants?