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Who: Doumeki, Citrine
When: After Citrine's last post.
Where: Clocktower
Rating: PG?
Warnings: None?
Summary: Doumeki can't see how Citrine can work so much, so he invites her to do nothing.
Doumeki merely sat next to the fountain, watching the flag that had been planted there maybe a few days before. It seemed like something out of a history book, making a new land as one's own. Not that anyone would matter to listen to it symbolism, it at least was a reminder of someones home.
Perhaps he should have been more telling in why Citrine should have come. Though his business with her, was that of nothing and telling her "Your working to much, go outside" would likely just cause an argument. He was a slacker at heart, and had a hard enough time running a tavern in a place of a few hundred. He couldn't stand the idea of non stop working in some organization meant to help people. Though maybe that was all she knew, doing something for the sake of doing it. Odd how different the two seemed by comparison.
Though, a better answer then no could have been required to peak her interest. She wasn't that stupid to figure he had no reason at all to see her. A faint inaudible sigh escaped his lips. Maybe he should have given in and helped Whitefang with something, despite being work he would at least be able to do something. The boy remained silent, he hadn't even really figured out how to keep her interest once she got here. She didn't drink, she didn't seem to do much outside of work... This could be harder then he thought.
When: After Citrine's last post.
Where: Clocktower
Rating: PG?
Warnings: None?
Summary: Doumeki can't see how Citrine can work so much, so he invites her to do nothing.
Doumeki merely sat next to the fountain, watching the flag that had been planted there maybe a few days before. It seemed like something out of a history book, making a new land as one's own. Not that anyone would matter to listen to it symbolism, it at least was a reminder of someones home.
Perhaps he should have been more telling in why Citrine should have come. Though his business with her, was that of nothing and telling her "Your working to much, go outside" would likely just cause an argument. He was a slacker at heart, and had a hard enough time running a tavern in a place of a few hundred. He couldn't stand the idea of non stop working in some organization meant to help people. Though maybe that was all she knew, doing something for the sake of doing it. Odd how different the two seemed by comparison.
Though, a better answer then no could have been required to peak her interest. She wasn't that stupid to figure he had no reason at all to see her. A faint inaudible sigh escaped his lips. Maybe he should have given in and helped Whitefang with something, despite being work he would at least be able to do something. The boy remained silent, he hadn't even really figured out how to keep her interest once she got here. She didn't drink, she didn't seem to do much outside of work... This could be harder then he thought.