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flint_garouAnd out of trouble.
24 March, 2012
The moon is in the waxing New (Ragabash) Moon phase (12% full).
Slug has elected to spend his afternoon in the lobby of the tenement for whatever reason. The Gnawer is sprawled out on one of the couches, his shoes scattered about somewhere off to the side. If he weren't staring up at the ceiling with a rather blank expression, it might seem as though he were sleeping.
The elevator *bings!* open to let Flint out into the lobby, basket of laundry in hand. Apparently laundry is a good reason to use the elevator, and the young Glass Walker hums to himself as he walks. "Hey." Slug gets a half-wave and nod of greeting. "Haven't seen. Haven't seen you about much."
Slug turns his head just enough to look at Flint, then smirks ever so slightly and rolls his shoulders. "Haven't been up to much or anything, so, I guess that's not surprising. It isn't like I have a lot up my sleeve."
Flint nods, setting the basket down by the door to the laundry room, and then detouring over to flop down onto the other couch. "Ah, yeah. And I've been. Pretty busy and all since making cliath, so that too."
Slug lifts his head up a bit more. "So you've made Cliath then, mm? Good for you. I think that Riley or Ishmael might have mentioned it to me before, and… I might have forgotten."
Flint nods, once. "Did," Flint affirms, monosyllabic as he reclines into the couch. "Requiem," he adds. "More fully, 's Carves the Requiem for Cockroach's Children." A grin follows. "But that's long."
Slug nods in agreement. "Very. More than a mouthful- Makes me glad mine is so short. Keeps introductions quick. Must be nice having the freedom to do whatever you want now, to get out, do things, stay out past curfew…"
The galliard shrugs. "Nice not to have to ask and. Get someone to take me if I want to go somewhere," Flint says. "Still can't. Really can't stay out past curfew, because well." A half-wave of his hand. "Don' really want t' be asked much where. If my parents know, and all, or. So."
Slug hoists himself up into an upright sitting position, rubbing at his face with the palm of his hand. "Well, I never really ran into those kinds of issues when I was your age… But, well. We have slightly different faces."
Flint nods once. "Yeah. I'm busy enough, I. I don't mind, much, and it's. It's good," is what the young Glass Walker settles on. "Keeps me out of trouble."
"Probably for the best." Slug clears his throat. "Though trouble tends to be kind of fun, most of the time. I'm sure with Mouse looming above you, you'll stay on the straight and narrow."
Flint snorts, very quiet and reserved laughter. "I suppose," he says. Then, a pause. "Coffee? I was. Going to make coffee when I put laundry up. Would you like some?"
Slug thinks about it for a second, then shrugs. "I wouldn't say no. Caffeine is a mild drug, but at least it's practically free."
24 March, 2012
The moon is in the waxing New (Ragabash) Moon phase (12% full).
Slug has elected to spend his afternoon in the lobby of the tenement for whatever reason. The Gnawer is sprawled out on one of the couches, his shoes scattered about somewhere off to the side. If he weren't staring up at the ceiling with a rather blank expression, it might seem as though he were sleeping.
The elevator *bings!* open to let Flint out into the lobby, basket of laundry in hand. Apparently laundry is a good reason to use the elevator, and the young Glass Walker hums to himself as he walks. "Hey." Slug gets a half-wave and nod of greeting. "Haven't seen. Haven't seen you about much."
Slug turns his head just enough to look at Flint, then smirks ever so slightly and rolls his shoulders. "Haven't been up to much or anything, so, I guess that's not surprising. It isn't like I have a lot up my sleeve."
Flint nods, setting the basket down by the door to the laundry room, and then detouring over to flop down onto the other couch. "Ah, yeah. And I've been. Pretty busy and all since making cliath, so that too."
Slug lifts his head up a bit more. "So you've made Cliath then, mm? Good for you. I think that Riley or Ishmael might have mentioned it to me before, and… I might have forgotten."
Flint nods, once. "Did," Flint affirms, monosyllabic as he reclines into the couch. "Requiem," he adds. "More fully, 's Carves the Requiem for Cockroach's Children." A grin follows. "But that's long."
Slug nods in agreement. "Very. More than a mouthful- Makes me glad mine is so short. Keeps introductions quick. Must be nice having the freedom to do whatever you want now, to get out, do things, stay out past curfew…"
The galliard shrugs. "Nice not to have to ask and. Get someone to take me if I want to go somewhere," Flint says. "Still can't. Really can't stay out past curfew, because well." A half-wave of his hand. "Don' really want t' be asked much where. If my parents know, and all, or. So."
Slug hoists himself up into an upright sitting position, rubbing at his face with the palm of his hand. "Well, I never really ran into those kinds of issues when I was your age… But, well. We have slightly different faces."
Flint nods once. "Yeah. I'm busy enough, I. I don't mind, much, and it's. It's good," is what the young Glass Walker settles on. "Keeps me out of trouble."
"Probably for the best." Slug clears his throat. "Though trouble tends to be kind of fun, most of the time. I'm sure with Mouse looming above you, you'll stay on the straight and narrow."
Flint snorts, very quiet and reserved laughter. "I suppose," he says. Then, a pause. "Coffee? I was. Going to make coffee when I put laundry up. Would you like some?"
Slug thinks about it for a second, then shrugs. "I wouldn't say no. Caffeine is a mild drug, but at least it's practically free."