Wednesday, 22 August, 1952; ~Sunrise

[nameslockon]

-=Sitting in the Lobby of Midgard, watching the sky brighten. He's folding a plain piece of paper into a little flower, ala Hughes=-

There's still Amy, you know. A dozen other people. Fill the whole city with ghosts for all I care.

As long as she's still here.

Comments

[alle_halle]

[approaches quietly]

It's about Anew, isn't it.

[nameslockon]

Don't know what you're talking about.

-=A pause=-

Unless you mean the flower, and then it is for her. Sorry if you wanted it; I can make you one.

[alle_halle]

That "fill the whole city with ghosts". [arches brow, leaning on the wall next to Lyle]

No, thank you. I'm not someone you should give flowers to.

[nameslockon]

-=Shakes his head=-

Just thinking about Lockon.

-=Voice is soft=-

[nonreturn]

[comes down the stairs, wearing your shirt]

Lyle...? What's wrong?

Distraction tactics are go.

[nameslockon]

Hey!

-=tries to hide the not-quite-finished flower=-

Close your eyes. No peeking.

-=And that totally isn't a flush seeing her in his shirt, NO=-

[nonreturn]

[too sleepy to get pushy or suspicious, just close her eyes obediently]

And now what?

[nameslockon]

-=Reaches out to grab her hand=-

Come over here. It's almost sunrise. But don't peek until I tell you to.

[clover_fell]

[almost moves in, but stops mid steps. observes quietly for a longer moment, and leaves]

[nameslockon]

-=Glances back a moment later, then shrugs and goes back to his work=-

[innovatedearth]

What's wrong?

My finger aren't fat, wut?

[nameslockon]

Huh?

[innovatedearth]

You looked... serious there, for a while. You never look serious.

[nameslockon]

It's just a bit early. And I didn't sleep well last night.