In the Confusion and the Aftermath [Closed, In progress]
WHO: Red X and Rikku
WHAT: Damage report, catching up, and chocolate
WHERE: Rikku's place
WHEN: 12/16 (Backlogged)
X had, as usual, acted like the earthquake was nothing. Another day, another crisis in Reggio Calabria. In truth, though it hadn't scared him personally, it had made him worried about his friends. Thankfully, most of them had been posted up on the boards within a few hours of the incident, no one was hurt, everyone was safe. Still, it hadn't been a pleasant feeling, not knowing whether Rikku and Kairi and Lulu and the others were alright.
Going on the motorcycle, now that he thought about it, probably wasn't the smartest idea he had ever had, but as he rode from the best chocolate shop in the city-- a little hidden nook in a neutral territory that both mafia families paid generously to make the most elaborate chocolate cakes and such for their children's birthday parties. He decided to go with one mix-- a bit of everything-- the caramels, the coconut filled ones, the cream filled one, the nuts-- and one that was just plain milk chocolate, silky, smooth, sticky, sweet-- because, really, who didn't like milk chocolate?
Well, what was done was done, and it wasn't like he lost the chocolate along the way or crushed it, at least. Pulling up by her garage and apartment, X slid off the motorcycle and slipped of his helmet, chocolate in hand. Probably best if he put the 'cycle in the garage-- after all, who knew better how passing such a thing as ownership was than a pair of thieves?-- but he wanted to clear it with Rikku first. For all he knew, she could have a secret project in there.
WHAT: Damage report, catching up, and chocolate
WHERE: Rikku's place
WHEN: 12/16 (Backlogged)
X had, as usual, acted like the earthquake was nothing. Another day, another crisis in Reggio Calabria. In truth, though it hadn't scared him personally, it had made him worried about his friends. Thankfully, most of them had been posted up on the boards within a few hours of the incident, no one was hurt, everyone was safe. Still, it hadn't been a pleasant feeling, not knowing whether Rikku and Kairi and Lulu and the others were alright.
Going on the motorcycle, now that he thought about it, probably wasn't the smartest idea he had ever had, but as he rode from the best chocolate shop in the city-- a little hidden nook in a neutral territory that both mafia families paid generously to make the most elaborate chocolate cakes and such for their children's birthday parties. He decided to go with one mix-- a bit of everything-- the caramels, the coconut filled ones, the cream filled one, the nuts-- and one that was just plain milk chocolate, silky, smooth, sticky, sweet-- because, really, who didn't like milk chocolate?
Well, what was done was done, and it wasn't like he lost the chocolate along the way or crushed it, at least. Pulling up by her garage and apartment, X slid off the motorcycle and slipped of his helmet, chocolate in hand. Probably best if he put the 'cycle in the garage-- after all, who knew better how passing such a thing as ownership was than a pair of thieves?-- but he wanted to clear it with Rikku first. For all he knew, she could have a secret project in there.