THE GHOST IN THE SHELL \\
He knows Sunjata isn't going to stay around the Grounds for much longer, so he needs to get on it if he wants to make use of the offer of a shift. And to be honest, he desperately needs it—he thinks he might kill himself otherwise, just by expecting to be able to do something he no longer can't.
He's passed the tavern a couple of times but never set foot in it. Supposedly it's really pretty but a little disorganized since its builders left. Standing outside its door now Aamu sighs, for no other reason other than that he feels like it. He wants to press pause, rewind, but time mercilessly flows on. LongNight is coming, and the monsters will be a novel thing for him.
So he flicks his braid over his shoulder and slips through the door, quiet and graceful as a cat. The rumors about the tavern's interior are true. It is a very pretty place.
Sunjata's inside, busy with an overturned table but aware enough to notice him. Aamu returns the nod of greeting and takes a few steps closer, where he stops to merely watch as the table leg, in no uncertain terms, gets told what its fucking job is.
Yourself he wants to blurt out in answer to the question, but he's not sure how the joke will be taken, so he refrains. Instead, he goes about it in his usual polite fashion. "I'm sorry to be so direct, but I suppose I am here on business. Sunjata, right? Nate said you were offering your shifts to us." And he smiles, apologetically, knowing full well what they both are offering.
He's passed the tavern a couple of times but never set foot in it. Supposedly it's really pretty but a little disorganized since its builders left. Standing outside its door now Aamu sighs, for no other reason other than that he feels like it. He wants to press pause, rewind, but time mercilessly flows on. LongNight is coming, and the monsters will be a novel thing for him.
So he flicks his braid over his shoulder and slips through the door, quiet and graceful as a cat. The rumors about the tavern's interior are true. It is a very pretty place.
Sunjata's inside, busy with an overturned table but aware enough to notice him. Aamu returns the nod of greeting and takes a few steps closer, where he stops to merely watch as the table leg, in no uncertain terms, gets told what its fucking job is.
Yourself he wants to blurt out in answer to the question, but he's not sure how the joke will be taken, so he refrains. Instead, he goes about it in his usual polite fashion. "I'm sorry to be so direct, but I suppose I am here on business. Sunjata, right? Nate said you were offering your shifts to us." And he smiles, apologetically, knowing full well what they both are offering.
