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1ikethewolf

[log] Should old acquaintances be forgot and never brought to mind?

Apr 03, 2009 18:31

Who: Seed and Camus
When: A few tankards of ale after Percival leaves the tavern.
Where: Camus's room.
What: ANGST.

( I always thought that people drank to forget. But now, I drink and I remember. )

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rockaxepimp April 4 2009, 00:34:33 UTC

Once more asleep, as all people should be at this unholy hour, Camus is on his feet with Uriah, ready at the door. He takes one step, two, before he realizes what he's doing and stops, calling out in a rather tired voice. "Seed?" Somehow, he just has this feeling...

1ikethewolf April 4 2009, 00:41:00 UTC

ooc: I answered directly on my original post. If we both do that and you just track the entry we won't get tiny~tiny~comment issues like last time. It's a lot more readable. :)

rockaxepimp April 4 2009, 01:14:42 UTC

Good idea!

1ikethewolf April 4 2009, 00:39:31 UTC

The disembodied voice on the other side of the door sounds infinitely weary and stripped of its usual fervor.

"Yeah, yeah, just open the door."

rockaxepimp April 4 2009, 01:14:30 UTC

Camus rolls his eyes behind the door, smiling, and opens the door, leaning one bare arm on the door jam, sword in the other. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" The snark goes out of his voice when he gets a good look at Seed, and a frown rises instead of the amused look he wore a moment ago. "By my word, Seed, you do look like you've had a night." He steps away from the door, opening it wider to admit the redhead's entrance.

1ikethewolf April 4 2009, 03:30:46 UTC

Seed walks in, uncharacteristically quiet. No quip about Camus's sword, his bleary eyes, or his dishevelled appearance. The Highland general makes a beeline for Camus's bed, sits down, and runs his fingers through his crimson hair mechanically.

First, he starts with a statement. A bit of background information, so to speak. "I'm drunk."

Then an admission. "I shouldn't be here."

rockaxepimp April 8 2009, 02:30:24 UTC

Camus, quietly closing the door behind him, wonders at the sort of conversation that can follow with an opening like that. He walks into the room, sheathing Uriah and setting her on the small table, standing beside her as he surveys the man in front of him. "What is troubling you?" A comment on either of those sentences would be folly, and, he believes, unnecessary; whether he should be here or not, Seed is there, and it past the time for questions on that front.

(OOC: So I win at life: I was waiting for a message to tell me you posted here...and never got one because I forgot to tag the thread. *facepalm*)