[closed]; ongoing?
Characters: Nura | foreseen_future & Iceland | cashnotash & Austria | minorityofsane
Location: Death City Heights. First Floor, Room C
Rating: PG for Austria's politeness!
Time: Late morning? October 5th
Description: Nura's made Austria some eiskaffee, and is bringing it over to share, with Iceland tagging along as invite!
[It wasn't hard to find where Austria was staying. It was only a couple minutes walk, lugging the large container of home-made eiskaffee with her. It wasn't really that kind of heavy, but the container weighed more than the contents inside. She considered carrying it a good addition to her work-out regime. And it wasn't like her attire couldn't stand a little sweat? It was Death City, Nevada! She practically thanked the air conditioning in her and Iceland's apartment every day after what the heat had been doing to her body, which had not been used to such stifling degrees in temperature. She'd dressed in shorts and a tight blue peasant tee, with her favorite pair of sturdy flip-flops, and barrettes to keep her hair out of her face.
Continuing her walk to the door of Austria's temporary abode, she hummed a little happy tune, a bit of a bounce in her step. Once in a while, she'd look back at her companion, smile, and continue walking. Hard to believe that, just yesterday, she'd been a bit of a mess over something between her and her partner. She was never drinking alcohol again]
Pick up the pace, slowpoke!
Location: Death City Heights. First Floor, Room C
Rating: PG for Austria's politeness!
Time: Late morning? October 5th
Description: Nura's made Austria some eiskaffee, and is bringing it over to share, with Iceland tagging along as invite!
[It wasn't hard to find where Austria was staying. It was only a couple minutes walk, lugging the large container of home-made eiskaffee with her. It wasn't really that kind of heavy, but the container weighed more than the contents inside. She considered carrying it a good addition to her work-out regime. And it wasn't like her attire couldn't stand a little sweat? It was Death City, Nevada! She practically thanked the air conditioning in her and Iceland's apartment every day after what the heat had been doing to her body, which had not been used to such stifling degrees in temperature. She'd dressed in shorts and a tight blue peasant tee, with her favorite pair of sturdy flip-flops, and barrettes to keep her hair out of her face.
Continuing her walk to the door of Austria's temporary abode, she hummed a little happy tune, a bit of a bounce in her step. Once in a while, she'd look back at her companion, smile, and continue walking. Hard to believe that, just yesterday, she'd been a bit of a mess over something between her and her partner. She was never drinking alcohol again]
Pick up the pace, slowpoke!