[closed] is there a chance, a fragment of light
Who: Riza and Scar
When: Uh, tonight-ish?
Where: Scar's apartment
Format: actionnnn
What: Riza comes to check up on him. Partly because she's worried he isn't eating.
Warnings: Angst? Probably nothing else.
[Riza hasn't really visited this apartment in a while, though she remembers the route to get there perfectly well. She also remembers that the last time she was here there were two occupants when now there is only one.
It's been a few days now since Mei disappeared, but she doesn't really want to let any more time pass without checking up on Scar. There relationship has always been a complicated one, but if nothing else, they have tried to be there for each other. When Roy died, he was one of the very few people whose words could get through to her. This isn't exactly the same, but it's close, and he shouldn't have to be alone.
She also knows that, even on the best of days taking care of himself isn't exactly on the top of his list, so when she approaches his door, she carries a bag of food. Among a few assorted, easy to prepare foods is a quiche she made for him. Hopefully she can get him to eat some.
She hefts the bag onto one hip as she approaches the door so that she has a free hand to knock.]
Scar?
[She can only hope her voice encourages him to open the door for her if he's home, rather than making him hide deeper in his apartment.]
When: Uh, tonight-ish?
Where: Scar's apartment
Format: actionnnn
What: Riza comes to check up on him. Partly because she's worried he isn't eating.
Warnings: Angst? Probably nothing else.
[Riza hasn't really visited this apartment in a while, though she remembers the route to get there perfectly well. She also remembers that the last time she was here there were two occupants when now there is only one.
It's been a few days now since Mei disappeared, but she doesn't really want to let any more time pass without checking up on Scar. There relationship has always been a complicated one, but if nothing else, they have tried to be there for each other. When Roy died, he was one of the very few people whose words could get through to her. This isn't exactly the same, but it's close, and he shouldn't have to be alone.
She also knows that, even on the best of days taking care of himself isn't exactly on the top of his list, so when she approaches his door, she carries a bag of food. Among a few assorted, easy to prepare foods is a quiche she made for him. Hopefully she can get him to eat some.
She hefts the bag onto one hip as she approaches the door so that she has a free hand to knock.]
Scar?
[She can only hope her voice encourages him to open the door for her if he's home, rather than making him hide deeper in his apartment.]