In which absolutely none of my icons are appropriate

[serengalen]

[Because Junkos.

Anyway, at some point in the timestream, after drunken shenanigans, and possibly on a totally different round of leave, there is someone in the law section of the library, grumbling invectives and balancing a great deal of heavy books on every part of her body she can arrange to carry them.

She'll be fine, so long as no one surprises her in a strange and hilarious turnabout.]

Comments

[deadbymidseason]

[Which means she gets an arm wrapped around her, too, hugging her a little closer.]

Yeah, I agree. So damn flavorful. Glad farms are a thing again. Powdered meals get old.

[serengalen]

[Doot doot picking out something and flagging a dude over.]

...Kinda feel sorry for the people who only had powdered food to rely on.

[deadbymidseason]

[Tilting his head and leaning it on top of hers.]

That's a lot of people. Grandparents, mostly. Underground life sucked...

[serengalen]

Yeah..I think people still do in places, too, don't they?

[deadbymidseason]

Yeah. Twenty years isn't enough to rebuild the infrastructure entirely.

[serengalen]

...[Well now my ramen is seasoned with sad. :c]

[deadbymidseason]

[Cheek kiss.]

....Don't frown. You ruin your looks.

[serengalen]

...Smooth. [But he did get her to laugh, so success?]

And I dunno, it seems to work out stunningly well for you.

[deadbymidseason]

[Looking up at the ceiling.]

I don't like seeing you upset. It bothers me.

[serengalen]

...That's really sweet of you, you know.

Thank you, Zhang.

[deadbymidseason]

[Waving his hand.]

It's nothing. Really.

[serengalen]

It's something that makes me happy. So it's not nothing.

[deadbymidseason]

Then let's get out of here, when you're done, and go do something. Even if it's just going back to your place.

[serengalen]

[She's. Just going to tilt her head a little and look at you thoughtfully for a moment too long.

Zhang, you gonna get topped.] No preference from you what it is, huh?

[deadbymidseason]

[One of these days, he might catch on that that look is a very scary thing.]

None. I just don't like sitting around in shops. I've done too much sitting around.

[serengalen]

Mm, mm...I think I have an idea, then.

[deadbymidseason]

...I get this feeling I should get up and start running.

[serengalen]

You'll never make it to the door, but honestly, it's not dangerous.

[deadbymidseason]

Don't be so sure. I'm a soldier. We're hard to stop.

[Rolling his neck.] I'll play along.

[serengalen]

Ramen first, though. [And here it is DELICIOUS NOODLES COME TO HER.]

[deadbymidseason]

[Ramen for her, relaxing the booth for him. Turns out to be a fine time for everyone involved!]

[serengalen]

[If a bit short, because that ramen disappears at an unseemly rate. Where does she put all that?]

[deadbymidseason]

Must have been hungry.

[Standing up from the booth and untangling himself.]

Okay. Lead on.

[serengalen]

Just a bit. Come on, this way.

[LET'S GOING...to...the more nightlife-focused part of town? Oh, you may want to run, Zhang.]