[ Assuming she's told him where to find her at some point, he shows up closer to eight with a rap against her door. He is, for the record and for the folks at home, not shirtless and is anticipating a conversation more than anything else, but. knock on wood. He's as clothed as he usually is: in a thin techwear jacket and long-sleeved shirt. It might seem odd for summer, it might not be.
Whenever she opens the door, he's wearing his usual easy smile. ]
Evening! [ A two-fingered salute before his hand settles on the messenger bag slung around his shoulder, purposefully drawing attention to it. ] Mind being my pilot for something? If you don't have anything against tea, that is.
action, evening of the 19th
Whenever she opens the door, he's wearing his usual easy smile. ]
Evening! [ A two-fingered salute before his hand settles on the messenger bag slung around his shoulder, purposefully drawing attention to it. ] Mind being my pilot for something? If you don't have anything against tea, that is.