Who: Raivis, Remy and Kim When: Friday evening, December 17th. Where: A new Mediterranean place downtown. Symposium~ What: Kim, Raivis and Remy go have dinner. Simple and nice~
Checking one's watch repeatedly while in the company of others was impolite.
Checking said timepiece every fifteen seconds precisely while in the company of no one, however, Raivis would be inclined to believe was perfectly acceptable. The impulse was too strong, that morbid fascination with the way he could see the tiny helvetica 'tick, tick, tick's drifting up from the mechanism strapped to his trembling wrist. The motion lines that manifested around it he tried his best to ignore.
"I w-wonder..." If it was a terrible idea to go out in public with friends in such a state of mental disarray. The prospect of a nice evening out with Kim and Peter's younger sister was pleasant enough but if his delirium worsened in the midst of dining or worse, conversation, he was fairly certain he'd have to go pay a visit to the darkest recesses of his closet and never return.
Tick. Tick. Tick.Raivis stole a glance above his head, readjusting on the bench outside Symposium with a long suffering, nervous sigh because the HP bar was, in fact, still
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Remy was really excited to try greek food. What with the recipies she'd gotten from miss Atthis, and the way she and miss Thera talked, it seemed like it would be delicious.
They were a tiny bit late, so she wasn't surprised to see that Raivis was waiting for them. She was a bit surprised that he was talking, though. 'Go away?'
"...Who?"
There didn't seem to be anyone around bothering him Raivis...And there definitely wasn't anyone above him. Who on Earth could he be talking to?
Raivis flinched, whipping his head around with a polite smile attached as he nodded to both ladies and offered a quiet 'Labvakar'. He didn't address the question as impulse compelled him to- a little rude, perhaps, but if he pretended he hadn't heard her, then there was no harm done, jā?
"It's good to see you again, Kim."
He tried not to pay attention to the tiny words rising from his watch, averting his gaze to the ground briefly as he attempted to blink the vision away. "And you, Miss Thompkins. Are we all ready?" The young man stood, made to open the door for them with as much composure as he could muster. His trembling grasp held fast for Kim, but as Remy made to step through after her, it slipped.
There was a gasp and the heavy wooden door closed.
Short, late post is fail-ish....remyleeJanuary 8 2011, 00:28:20 UTC
Which was only made worse by the fact that Remy was watching Raivis, trying to remember if he'd seemed quite so shy and nervous at the wedding, didn't see the door slip, and walked straight into it.
Her hands came up, one pushing belatedly at the door, the other covering her abused nose, and obscuring the blush creeping over her cheeks. "Ow..."
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Checking said timepiece every fifteen seconds precisely while in the company of no one, however, Raivis would be inclined to believe was perfectly acceptable. The impulse was too strong, that morbid fascination with the way he could see the tiny helvetica 'tick, tick, tick's drifting up from the mechanism strapped to his trembling wrist. The motion lines that manifested around it he tried his best to ignore.
"I w-wonder..." If it was a terrible idea to go out in public with friends in such a state of mental disarray. The prospect of a nice evening out with Kim and Peter's younger sister was pleasant enough but if his delirium worsened in the midst of dining or worse, conversation, he was fairly certain he'd have to go pay a visit to the darkest recesses of his closet and never return.
Tick. Tick. Tick.Raivis stole a glance above his head, readjusting on the bench outside Symposium with a long suffering, nervous sigh because the HP bar was, in fact, still ( ... )
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They were a tiny bit late, so she wasn't surprised to see that Raivis was waiting for them. She was a bit surprised that he was talking, though. 'Go away?'
"...Who?"
There didn't seem to be anyone around bothering him Raivis...And there definitely wasn't anyone above him. Who on Earth could he be talking to?
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God.
Raivis flinched, whipping his head around with a polite smile attached as he nodded to both ladies and offered a quiet 'Labvakar'. He didn't address the question as impulse compelled him to- a little rude, perhaps, but if he pretended he hadn't heard her, then there was no harm done, jā?
"It's good to see you again, Kim."
He tried not to pay attention to the tiny words rising from his watch, averting his gaze to the ground briefly as he attempted to blink the vision away. "And you, Miss Thompkins. Are we all ready?" The young man stood, made to open the door for them with as much composure as he could muster. His trembling grasp held fast for Kim, but as Remy made to step through after her, it slipped.
There was a gasp and the heavy wooden door closed.
On her face.
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Her hands came up, one pushing belatedly at the door, the other covering her abused nose, and obscuring the blush creeping over her cheeks. "Ow..."
Definitely not her most graceful moment.
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