Log: [Thread] [Uni + Gamma] Closed
WHO: Uni, Gamma
WHAT: DINNER PSEUDO-DATE, GET! ♥
WHERE: ...Uh. Downtown. Somewhere.
WHEN: Tuesday, October 13th (evening)
RATING: G
WARNING(s): Possible Gamma-wibbling?
Gamma eased himself out of the driver's seat and gave the door of his pick-up truck a little shove, shutting the door with a solid, satisfying thud. His car was a rickety old thing, operating way beyond the time that it was supposed to with much thanks to his own tinkering skills and the advice of good friends, but in spite of its many aches and woes Gamma wasn't about to consign it to the junkyard just yet. For one, that cost money. An awful LOT of money.
The blond mechanic limped about, rounding his car and stepping on to the sidewalk; he paused just for a moment, blinking up at the building where his princess had taken up residence. It was always difficult, going to this place... every time he came here, every time he saw the girl (because she would always be a girl to him, even though she had long grown into a fine young woman) he was tempted to ask her why she wasn't happy staying in a particular ivy-covered mansion on the outskirts of the city, but he never did manage to muster up the strength to put his mouth where his thoughts were. Besides, something told him that he wasn't going to get an answer that he could live with.
With a small grimace and an even smaller sigh, Gamma tightened his grip on his cane and limped forward, heading for the entrance. No time to be sad. He and his princess were going to go out for dinner tonight. It had been an awful long time since they had done something like that, and it wouldn't do to spoil it with the thoughts of a tired old dog like himself.
WHAT: DINNER PSEUDO-DATE, GET! ♥
WHERE: ...Uh. Downtown. Somewhere.
WHEN: Tuesday, October 13th (evening)
RATING: G
WARNING(s): Possible Gamma-wibbling?
Gamma eased himself out of the driver's seat and gave the door of his pick-up truck a little shove, shutting the door with a solid, satisfying thud. His car was a rickety old thing, operating way beyond the time that it was supposed to with much thanks to his own tinkering skills and the advice of good friends, but in spite of its many aches and woes Gamma wasn't about to consign it to the junkyard just yet. For one, that cost money. An awful LOT of money.
The blond mechanic limped about, rounding his car and stepping on to the sidewalk; he paused just for a moment, blinking up at the building where his princess had taken up residence. It was always difficult, going to this place... every time he came here, every time he saw the girl (because she would always be a girl to him, even though she had long grown into a fine young woman) he was tempted to ask her why she wasn't happy staying in a particular ivy-covered mansion on the outskirts of the city, but he never did manage to muster up the strength to put his mouth where his thoughts were. Besides, something told him that he wasn't going to get an answer that he could live with.
With a small grimace and an even smaller sigh, Gamma tightened his grip on his cane and limped forward, heading for the entrance. No time to be sad. He and his princess were going to go out for dinner tonight. It had been an awful long time since they had done something like that, and it wouldn't do to spoil it with the thoughts of a tired old dog like himself.