The Flyer Is A Lie

[godsavemy]

Who: SUPER BROWS BROS. (England and Hong Kong)
When: Mark your calendar! It’s Tuesday, July 06
Where: The Basement of A Cheap Office Building, Outside Room #B5
What: “Z-Zhi...come with me if you want to live!”
Note: For the prompt activity: American Dragon Association.

Comments

I LEARN ONCE AGAIN THAT PROCRASTINATING UNTIL 5AM IS A BAD IDEA. \o/

[firecracker_bao]

Well. This certainly wasn't what he had been expecting. Zhi straightened out the folded flyer again, rereading its contents carefully for the nth time since he had entered the vicinity, but there was no mistake in either the printed words or the sign that not-so-proudly stated LIBETY BUSINESS CENTER. He paused at the entrance, conflicted: to stay or not to stay; that was the question. The internal debate held out before he decided on going against his better judgement and venturing inside. He'd already come this far anyway, and the interior couldn't possibly be as bad as it looked from the outside, right

[godsavemy]

It was no wonder that Arthur didn’t hear the sounds of the lift coming back down or the footsteps of the occupant leaving it. Along with a high-powered vent somewhere by the lift that suddenly kick started and drowned out everything within twenty feet, Arthur was too preoccupied with the hissing noises and the accompanying...plopping sounds that increased in volume as he made his way down the drippy hall.

He honestly wouldn’t have been surprised that said drippy, dank, completely unsanitary-looking hall hadn’t gone through a health inspection in oh, over a decade or so. ...Or maybe four decades if the outside décor was any indication as to when everything had last been updated. He really ought to report this dodgy business, if not for retribution for potentially contracting something, then for the poor sods who actually worked here everyday. Though, in order to make such a report, he would have to leave this building intact...Suddenly feeling uneasy about little things like structural integrity and potential biohazardous zones,

[firecracker_bao]

Zhi stood in a stunned silence, finding it hard to believe what he was seeing. It had been three years, after all, the last time being all the way back in London when he had finished highschool. Maybe it wasn't actually Arthur, but rather a lookalike instead? One look at the unmistakable brows features he had known for five years quickly dispelled the theory, and for a moment, Zhi wondered if it was actually a hallucination brought about by the mouldy fumes the air consisted of. No illusion would have been able to so accurately recreate that familiar voice from his memory, though, and he was left with the conclusion that it really was Arthur Kirkland, of all people, who was here, of all places, and with a startled expression on his face that probably mirrored his own

[godsavemy]

After a truly unfortunate phase in his life (that was, perhaps, only unfortunate because he had yet to live it down) in which he admittedly behaved particularly hellish, striving to be the very picture of a gentleman at all times and smothering that part of him into nonexistence was of the highest priority for Arthur.

A gentleman did not stare. A gentleman did not point. Nor did a gentleman gap like an utter idiot even when presented with a completely unexpected and singular event.

And yet...it seemed that Liberty did everything in its generous power (that he so imprudently, but understandably underestimated) to undermine all of Arthur’s long held values.

Arthur stared. Arthur pointed. And Arthur did a smashing impression of a fish that had just found itself to be the catch of the day.

“O-oh...yes, hullo there,” he greeted rather feebly, still maintaining some measure of politeness. “And...w-well, that is--” he floundered, much like said fish out of water, only managing to grasp the thread of conversation that was the flyer and