INBOX: thisavrou

[earthandpine]

for mail and MID messages

Comments

text; backdated to April 25th (this is late i am sorry)

[hyperkinesia]

Hey. I got something in the mail that I think belongs to you. Want me to leave it in your mailbox or do you want to meet up somewhere?

[earthandpine]

To me? [Not surprising, actually, considering how strange the mail here is.]

I can meet you. Should I make tea?

[hyperkinesia]

If you want to, I won't say no to it. The mess hall might work best for that? Or I can meet you in the gardens.

[earthandpine]

I would be glad to. I probably ought to leave the gardens for a little while. I've been here all day. Meet you in the mess hall soon.

[She'll be there, and she'll bring several things from her stash of teas so Bruce has options.]

[hyperkinesia]

Alright. Be there in five.

[ True to word, he shows up shortly after, arriving just a little before she does, and greeting her with a smile and motioning her towards the table where he's sitting. There's a small inconspicuous envelope on the table too, though it'll likely catch her eye since it's the only thing he's brought with him. ]

Hi. How are you doing?