[ Like a lot of the Displaced, he comes to help out at the safehouse when the new recruits get dragged in, bringing food, sheets, coffee when he's got the extra cash for it. He's on his way out of the safehouse when she calls to him, and he hesitates.
He could leave. He's good at that.
But he doesn't. ]
Sure. You'll have to pick the blend. I don't know much about tea. [ A pause. He doesn't think he's seen her before, and her hair still has those rough edges, even if it's longer than what most people get when they wake up here. ]
Has anyone told you about the dreams, yet?
( ooc: I know you're busy with house stuff but here's a late prompt anyway, no pressure!! )
safehouse night
He could leave. He's good at that.
But he doesn't. ]
Sure. You'll have to pick the blend. I don't know much about tea. [ A pause. He doesn't think he's seen her before, and her hair still has those rough edges, even if it's longer than what most people get when they wake up here. ]
Has anyone told you about the dreams, yet?
( ooc: I know you're busy with house stuff but here's a late prompt anyway, no pressure!! )