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Who: Luka Guillaume Reinhardt & Kanji Tatsumi
When: Midday
Where: Luka's messy apartment, The Tower.
Summary: Just a little meet up between two very unlikely friends.
Warnings: Luka's snark & Kanji's swearing, Cursing, arguing and probably some good ol' toilet humor.
Stretched across the bed like a lazy old cat, Luka let out a few raspy groans once he began to stir. After spending an hour or two sprucing up the place, Luka felt as if he was on Death's door because of this damn cold. He had the sniffles, the aches and even a scratchy throat to boot all because of the events that happened earlier this week. Between the blistering cold, the endless rains and the common sense of malady that plagues this port city, Luka Guillaume Reinhardt certainly seen better days than this. He was exhausted and sickly, a very bad combination for anyone.
"I can't believe I'm still here..." Grumbled the moody sorcerer as he sat up slowly from the bed. After spending so many days trying to find a way to leave the city of Siren's Port, Luka felt as if it was high time to give up on such a goal for now. His magic was weak here, painfully so without the aid of his spell books or Madame Batolli's helpful magic. Stuck here on his own like this reminded him too much of his childhood, the same empty loneliness he had to deal with as a kid. It was odd being away from home, especially since he was snatched here against his will. While he still figured it was Fuan who was the culprit behind this farce, he didn't have a way to prove it.
"If I find that lily-pale bastard, I'll wring his fucking neck!" Letting out an agitated growl, Luka rose to his feet and stalked towards the nearest window. Even though he was as sick as a dog, Luka still found time to smoke a cigarette or two.
When: Midday
Where: Luka's messy apartment, The Tower.
Summary: Just a little meet up between two very unlikely friends.
Warnings: Luka's snark & Kanji's swearing, Cursing, arguing and probably some good ol' toilet humor.
Stretched across the bed like a lazy old cat, Luka let out a few raspy groans once he began to stir. After spending an hour or two sprucing up the place, Luka felt as if he was on Death's door because of this damn cold. He had the sniffles, the aches and even a scratchy throat to boot all because of the events that happened earlier this week. Between the blistering cold, the endless rains and the common sense of malady that plagues this port city, Luka Guillaume Reinhardt certainly seen better days than this. He was exhausted and sickly, a very bad combination for anyone.
"I can't believe I'm still here..." Grumbled the moody sorcerer as he sat up slowly from the bed. After spending so many days trying to find a way to leave the city of Siren's Port, Luka felt as if it was high time to give up on such a goal for now. His magic was weak here, painfully so without the aid of his spell books or Madame Batolli's helpful magic. Stuck here on his own like this reminded him too much of his childhood, the same empty loneliness he had to deal with as a kid. It was odd being away from home, especially since he was snatched here against his will. While he still figured it was Fuan who was the culprit behind this farce, he didn't have a way to prove it.
"If I find that lily-pale bastard, I'll wring his fucking neck!" Letting out an agitated growl, Luka rose to his feet and stalked towards the nearest window. Even though he was as sick as a dog, Luka still found time to smoke a cigarette or two.