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estoria2015-10-26 05:54 pm
swordboning) wrote in estoria2015-10-26 05:54 pm
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Who: Archer swordboning, Yang flaredo, and Ruby undaunts
When: IC 3/28
Where: Archer's food stand, as always
What: Everyone being butts, probably. Let's be honest.
Rating/Warning: None at the moment.
[No matter the crisis, leave it to Archer to always return to some semblance of normality. The fact was, he was used to be tossed in unknown places only to have to complete certain tasks. That was his entire afterlife so simply doing what came natural was an extension of that. Trauma, violence, or blood wouldn't snap him out of it. Even if not much of that happened, aside from suffocating. Which he could handle easily enough.
No, at this point in the morning, he was flipping a couple pancakes. They were a bit sweet but ready for someone to take for a meal. Along with whatever else they requested. And he expected a lot of bacon to be wanted. People enjoyed that unhealthy food way too much. Work was work, even if he'd internally judge whatever people wanted.
When two certain people wandered by, well, he wasn't exactly wrapped up in himself or his thoughts.]
So, what's it going to be? You'll have to forgive me for wondering when you two decided to spend time together.
[And no, he didn't know they were sisters. Consider it a failing.]
swordboning, Yang flaredo, and Ruby undauntsWhen: IC 3/28
Where: Archer's food stand, as always
What: Everyone being butts, probably. Let's be honest.
Rating/Warning: None at the moment.
[No matter the crisis, leave it to Archer to always return to some semblance of normality. The fact was, he was used to be tossed in unknown places only to have to complete certain tasks. That was his entire afterlife so simply doing what came natural was an extension of that. Trauma, violence, or blood wouldn't snap him out of it. Even if not much of that happened, aside from suffocating. Which he could handle easily enough.
No, at this point in the morning, he was flipping a couple pancakes. They were a bit sweet but ready for someone to take for a meal. Along with whatever else they requested. And he expected a lot of bacon to be wanted. People enjoyed that unhealthy food way too much. Work was work, even if he'd internally judge whatever people wanted.
When two certain people wandered by, well, he wasn't exactly wrapped up in himself or his thoughts.]
So, what's it going to be? You'll have to forgive me for wondering when you two decided to spend time together.
[And no, he didn't know they were sisters. Consider it a failing.]