[ closed; so now I hope you'll rush to my side ]
Characters: queensharbour and holy_prankster
Location: Hong Kong's England and Prussia's apartment where Hong Kong and Namine still freeload live.
Rating: G
Time: August 16th, late afternoon.
Description: Hong Kong invites Sohki over to drink tea that wars have been fought over. Mostly tea connoisseur and prankster bonding.
Glancing at the time, Hong Kong put the tea set aside in the kitchen, diligently washed and prepared for use. It wasn't often that he was able to enjoy Chinese tea. England preferred his own English Breakfast and Namine didn't enjoy the beverage in the slightest, though she had made a definite effort (for which he was both grateful and apologetic). And if he visited China for tea... chances were that there would be attempts to coerce him into staying for snacks, and then for dinner, and then eventually forever.
So when a stranger arrived in Soul Campaign claiming to have tea, but nowhere to brew it, he didn't see the harm in indulging him. Particularly when the variety of tea in Death City was rather lacking.
Leaving the apartment, grateful that he had it mostly to himself this time of day, he started towards the entrance of the building. The afternoon light streamed through the windows and he picked up the pace, not about to be late when he was meant to be picking up a guest. He reached the doors in a few minutes, glancing to see if he'd arrived early. The man in question- he hadn't gotten his name, he realized rather belatedly- was unusually dressed, so he didn't think that he'd miss him.
Location: Hong Kong's England and Prussia's apartment where Hong Kong and Namine still freeload live.
Rating: G
Time: August 16th, late afternoon.
Description: Hong Kong invites Sohki over to drink tea that wars have been fought over. Mostly tea connoisseur and prankster bonding.
Glancing at the time, Hong Kong put the tea set aside in the kitchen, diligently washed and prepared for use. It wasn't often that he was able to enjoy Chinese tea. England preferred his own English Breakfast and Namine didn't enjoy the beverage in the slightest, though she had made a definite effort (for which he was both grateful and apologetic). And if he visited China for tea... chances were that there would be attempts to coerce him into staying for snacks, and then for dinner, and then eventually forever.
So when a stranger arrived in Soul Campaign claiming to have tea, but nowhere to brew it, he didn't see the harm in indulging him. Particularly when the variety of tea in Death City was rather lacking.
Leaving the apartment, grateful that he had it mostly to himself this time of day, he started towards the entrance of the building. The afternoon light streamed through the windows and he picked up the pace, not about to be late when he was meant to be picking up a guest. He reached the doors in a few minutes, glancing to see if he'd arrived early. The man in question- he hadn't gotten his name, he realized rather belatedly- was unusually dressed, so he didn't think that he'd miss him.