INCOMPLETE

[technoballistic]

Who: Treize and Kanan
What: A long-awaited reunion (?)
Where: Johann's room.
When: Nighttime? Lateish?
Warnings: None, I don't think. Maybe wibbles.
Rating: PG?

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[roseambition]

Treize was sitting, propped up by pillows, on Johann's bed, his laptop on his lap. The blankets were pulled up to his waist. His chest was bandaged. He paused when he saw her, and smiled -- a small smile, but a genuine one. His hair was messy and slightly too long, a far cry from his usual impeccable appearance.

"Good evening, Kanan."

She looked so anxious. He wondered what had happened, in his absence. He remembered very little, as if he had woken from a short sleep to find himself back in a dream.

But at least it was a dream with familiar faces. All having been said, he was very glad to see her.

((ooc: sorry! my internet connection screwed itself up royally last night))

kldsjfadskl THIS ISN'T LATE AT ALL.

[technoballistic]

And she was happy he was back-- and also guilty that she would feel happy about that. She hadn't forgotten his dislike of this place, nor what he had been likely to go back to. But standing at the doorway wouldn't help her guilt any; she made her way to his bedside, busying herself with looking over his bandages with a critical eye. They'd do for now, but she'd have to hunt down a potion or something, from before the apocalypse. "How are... how are you feeling?" She was nervous, brighteyed-- sleep hadn't come the night prior, instead being replaced with worry and the dissettled sadness of Rude's disappearance, among others. It had been a hard week, and the hardness of it was etched in her expression.