Comments | grimholdkeeper: (For Connor) In desperate need of distraction.

grimholdkeeper

(For Connor) In desperate need of distraction.

Sep 18, 2011 11:21

((In the wake of this threadIt was, of course, inevitable that he should run into someone familiar in the Nexus eventually. Balthazar knew this, and thought he was braced for it. But he also thought the familiar person would wear a face he could recognize from a distance and potentially avoid ( Read more... )

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1stmacleod September 18 2011, 15:32:17 UTC

Connor is puttering in what will become his new forge when the message arrives. Arms deep in cobwebs and clearing out old debris, the peace of the scene is disturbed by a sudden beeping.

He's not used to getting text messages, and spends ten minutes trying to figure out what the hell is beeping before he realizes it's his PINpoint in the pocket of the coat hung by the door. Another minute to press buttons trying to figure out how to get the message and respond. He stumbles on coordinates, though, and decides that's a hell of a lot easier.

Fifteen minutes after Balthazar sends his message, Connor simply shows up, dusty and a little begrimed, coat hanging open, hair wild. He looks relatively calm though, and when he spots Balthazar he makes a beeline for him. "You sent me a... thing...?" Technology is not Connor's friend.

grimholdkeeper September 18 2011, 17:37:18 UTC

Connor's antipathy to Nexus technology was not foremost on his mind when he sent the message, but in truth he's only half-expecting an answer. When the immortal shows up, he's already through his first glass and looks like he's about to either cry or break something. Or both.

He looks up, mildly surprised, and smiles wanly. "Evening. That was me. Have a seat?"

The scotch isn't Glenmorangie, but it might be okay.

1stmacleod September 18 2011, 17:45:17 UTC

Connor mostly keeps up with technology, but it's an effort. He'll probably never stop hating the phone.

"...I wasn't sure how to send one back." He sits, studying his expression a little but wisely making no comment on it. Connor isn't quite as inept with people as he thinks he is, and he can recognize a mood that needs delicate handling. "Everything's easier in person, anyway."

grimholdkeeper September 19 2011, 02:11:03 UTC

"I shut it off anyway. I wasn't expecting a message. Figured you'd come if you weren't busy." He rubs the back of his neck, refills his glass from the bottle by his elbow, then pushes the bottle toward Connor gently and beckons the bartender over. They'll want another glass.

"Is this stuff okay, or something else...?"

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