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sirenspull_logs2012-10-17 03:15 am
capax_infiniti) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-17 03:15 am
Entry tags:
we watch our world fall apart
Who: Master Eraqus (hikari_no_kundou) and Master Xehanort (capax_infiniti)
When: Early in the morning.
Where: A pleasant little cafe somewhere.
Summary: Masterbros meet up. With any luck shit will not go down and pleasant conversation will ensue...
Warnings: potential matter/antimatter reaction may result.
[Early morning. While he rarely sleeps and is often nosing around in the darkness, when all is said and done and the sun breaks he heads for the first cafe that opens. Since getting his job he's gone there often enough that he's something of a regular, and within a few minutes his first pot of tea is brought to him. It's a strong breakfast tea, meant to bolster the constitution in the morning. He pours out the first cup, and fluffs out his newspaper to read as he drinks.
After the first pot is done, the next one brought out is a lighter, white tea. One that's meant to clean up, delicate in flavour, light and pleasant to carry him through the day. This is the one he looks forward to most, and the one he makes last as long as possible. He's done this enough that he can time the last sip to when he finishes the newspaper, when it's time for him to leave.
Until then, he's content to read and relax and enjoy a rather pleasant morning.]
hikari_no_kundou) and Master Xehanort (capax_infiniti)When: Early in the morning.
Where: A pleasant little cafe somewhere.
Summary: Masterbros meet up. With any luck shit will not go down and pleasant conversation will ensue...
Warnings: potential matter/antimatter reaction may result.
[Early morning. While he rarely sleeps and is often nosing around in the darkness, when all is said and done and the sun breaks he heads for the first cafe that opens. Since getting his job he's gone there often enough that he's something of a regular, and within a few minutes his first pot of tea is brought to him. It's a strong breakfast tea, meant to bolster the constitution in the morning. He pours out the first cup, and fluffs out his newspaper to read as he drinks.
After the first pot is done, the next one brought out is a lighter, white tea. One that's meant to clean up, delicate in flavour, light and pleasant to carry him through the day. This is the one he looks forward to most, and the one he makes last as long as possible. He's done this enough that he can time the last sip to when he finishes the newspaper, when it's time for him to leave.
Until then, he's content to read and relax and enjoy a rather pleasant morning.]