[Closed] It's Not About Me, It's Not About You

[possumspit]

Characters: Grit and 004
Location: The shopping district
Rating: PG at the most
Time: Day after the attacks, morning-ish
Description: Guys talking about things. Like how not to die.

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[zerozerovier]

[004 wasn't sure what Grit wanted to talk about- well, it was a safe bet that it had to do with the attack the other day, but beyond that he hadn't thought too much into it. His sleep schedule had been thrown off by the invasion, and between making sure everyone was safe, his Watch duties, and training, he hadn't had the chance to get in more than a nap. But he was confident that with his body, it wouldn't be a problem- even if wielding a Weapon in battle had been unexpectedly draining.

He had just left training, white-gloved hands shoved in his pockets as he wandered down the streets of the shopping district to meet with Grit. He happened to spot him a little early, and lazily waved a hand in the air to catch his attention.]

Oi, over here!

[possumspit]

[After that battle, Grit had slept the best he had in a long time. Yes, he did miss training, but he could deal with that. He'd just have to apologize to Dug for the delay about that. Hoping that the dog found a partner or something like that.

Noticing 004, he walked over to him. Yawning a little bit... ah, he missed sleeping well. Years, it had been.] Howdy. Good to see ya again.

[zerozerovier]

[He waited for him to walk over with a hand on his hip, offering a smile at his greeting.]

Likewise. So, what was it you wanted to talk about?

[possumspit]

[Smiling back, he looked around for a moment.]

Let's get somethin' to eat and drink with it. Haven't eaten yet.