Nothing in the world like Tea [CLOSED]
Characters: Temeraire shendefeng, Dylan Sharp bellcaptain
Location: Death City's new tea shop.
Rating: PG
Time: January 18th (Late morning)
Description: It had been some time that Temeraire had meant to speak with Mr. Sharp, as they are both in their respective world's Aerial divisions; so as fellow Britishers, what more natural to do than to have a nice spot of tea?
[Temeraire was not so much anxious as he was a little abashed for having promised young Mr. Sharp about having some tea, and yet not having had the time to arrange for the meeting up until now. He had been busy, not to mention secretly worrying for Toph's condition as it seemed that she still needed to mind her ankle.
It had not been too long after the morning training session, and He was now waiting for Mr. Sharp to come in through the door of Death City's new Tea Shop. He had asked for a pot of Earl Gray, while he was waiting, and perhaps young Sharp would like some as well when he came.
That, and he did not want to seem to simply sit there and wait without ordering something whilst occupying a considerable space for one his size. It would perhaps make him look to be a right scrub, and he did not like to think that others would think him as such.]
Location: Death City's new tea shop.
Rating: PG
Time: January 18th (Late morning)
Description: It had been some time that Temeraire had meant to speak with Mr. Sharp, as they are both in their respective world's Aerial divisions; so as fellow Britishers, what more natural to do than to have a nice spot of tea?
[Temeraire was not so much anxious as he was a little abashed for having promised young Mr. Sharp about having some tea, and yet not having had the time to arrange for the meeting up until now. He had been busy, not to mention secretly worrying for Toph's condition as it seemed that she still needed to mind her ankle.
It had not been too long after the morning training session, and He was now waiting for Mr. Sharp to come in through the door of Death City's new Tea Shop. He had asked for a pot of Earl Gray, while he was waiting, and perhaps young Sharp would like some as well when he came.
That, and he did not want to seem to simply sit there and wait without ordering something whilst occupying a considerable space for one his size. It would perhaps make him look to be a right scrub, and he did not like to think that others would think him as such.]