through a blurry window out above the rooftop
Characters: ¡bravoalphamike y chaotic_daemon! [ CLOSED ]
Location: Rooftop of the Casualty Communal
Rating: T for Teen!
Time: 2100.
Description: Vincente is in a coma has requested to see Tseng, who is sleeping with his wife has agreed to meet with him on the rooftop where his late wife, Marta, suspiciously fell to her death. It sounds like they have something important to discuss! What will it be? How will it go? Will they end up on Cristina? ¡Que PECADO!
This wasn't strange at all. Tseng should have known that Vincent wouldn't ask to meet him anywhere approaching normal, so he couldn't help himself to even a little bit of surprise when they decided on the rooftop. And it wasn't so bad, considering; he could see the garden from this vantage point, a detail that he would have to make note of later, and it was almost relaxing to see the streets laid out and tiny below. Like he was above it all in more ways than one.
It was still slippery, so he had to mind his step. Not that that was a major issue; Tseng didn't make it to his first-year Turkiversary because he was clumsy. Just something else to keep in mind, when he was meeting a guy who had steel weights for shoes and he did not.
Tseng made his way to the edge, kept his ears peeled, and looked over the sprawl. No use wasting the view while he waited, right?
Location: Rooftop of the Casualty Communal
Rating: T for Teen!
Time: 2100.
Description: Vincente is in a coma has requested to see Tseng, who is sleeping with his wife has agreed to meet with him on the rooftop where his late wife, Marta, suspiciously fell to her death. It sounds like they have something important to discuss! What will it be? How will it go? Will they end up on Cristina? ¡Que PECADO!
This wasn't strange at all. Tseng should have known that Vincent wouldn't ask to meet him anywhere approaching normal, so he couldn't help himself to even a little bit of surprise when they decided on the rooftop. And it wasn't so bad, considering; he could see the garden from this vantage point, a detail that he would have to make note of later, and it was almost relaxing to see the streets laid out and tiny below. Like he was above it all in more ways than one.
It was still slippery, so he had to mind his step. Not that that was a major issue; Tseng didn't make it to his first-year Turkiversary because he was clumsy. Just something else to keep in mind, when he was meeting a guy who had steel weights for shoes and he did not.
Tseng made his way to the edge, kept his ears peeled, and looked over the sprawl. No use wasting the view while he waited, right?