Well, that needs to be fixed as soon as possible. Come by my room when you're next free. We’ll knock it off the list. For the record, I tend toward knives and daggers myself.
[He really doesn’t get up to much at this hour, though sometimes he does have social duties to attend to under the guise of his diplomatic front. Thankfully, it isn’t one of those nights, and he was having trouble sleeping when Meliorn had texted anyway. It only follows that company is the best distraction.
He’s dressed down, t-shirt and sweats though he draws his hair back again expecting that it’ll get in the way while sparring. Beyond that, he continues skimming through his collected notes on the Regency tech he managed to nab during Kebechet’s first move against them. Though a lot of it is irrelevant now, the creatures that reside on Bob’s back a far off memory by now, reviewing what has been, especially before they’ve landed in this proverbial hell, brings some comfort when knowing what is to come will likely be greatly uncertain.]
[ That's what he says the moment he meets Bucky, and while he isn't dressed in sweats and slacks it's still fabric that's light and airy, flowing with him as he moves. He prefers it this way--the old way. The Seelie way.
Funny. He never realized he was homesick until now. It's nothing a late night sparring section can't fix: he launches into it the moment greetings are made. ]
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lefthandfree) wrote2017-11-06 08:53 pm
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What type of blade is the question - I've yet to spar with you.
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Well, that needs to be fixed as soon as possible. Come by my room when you're next free. We’ll knock it off the list. For the record, I tend toward knives and daggers myself.
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Send your address. Free now? I could use some loosening up from my mission.
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[He attaches the coordinates.]
Free now. And sounds good. I’m not even back from a mission, and I can always use some loosening up.
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Be there shortly.
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He’s dressed down, t-shirt and sweats though he draws his hair back again expecting that it’ll get in the way while sparring. Beyond that, he continues skimming through his collected notes on the Regency tech he managed to nab during Kebechet’s first move against them. Though a lot of it is irrelevant now, the creatures that reside on Bob’s back a far off memory by now, reviewing what has been, especially before they’ve landed in this proverbial hell, brings some comfort when knowing what is to come will likely be greatly uncertain.]
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[ That's what he says the moment he meets Bucky, and while he isn't dressed in sweats and slacks it's still fabric that's light and airy, flowing with him as he moves. He prefers it this way--the old way. The Seelie way.
Funny. He never realized he was homesick until now. It's nothing a late night sparring section can't fix: he launches into it the moment greetings are made. ]
Weapon of choice, or perhaps none at all?