no (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} electricrobin) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} badwater_rpg,@ 2008-11-17 21:27:00 |
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Who: Robin & Dietre
What: Taking care of his neighbor
When: Monday night
Where: Dietre's Place
He'd just happened to be online when Dietre's entry came up. Miserable, tired, contemplating alcoholism...Never good things. Something was bothering him, and Robin suspected it was the whole 'magic dog' thing. There were only so many people you could tell that to, and as the other had already trusted Robin with that secret, it made him ideal for talking to. Of course, he could have just been nice and spoken with him privately through the journals, but there was only so much one could do for a person through the computer. Besides, it was stupid to do that when the younger male was just a few steps outside his door. What kind of neighbor would he be if he didn't at least go over to offer a friendly ear or something?
So he knocked on D's door, armed with everything he could think of to make the other feel better and get to sleep. A thermos of warm milk, cookies, some nyquil, and a hot water bottle. Of course, with all this in his arms, it was kind of hard to knock, but he managed it. Maybe a little bit of over kill, but the idea was that something had to work. He had options this way.
What: Taking care of his neighbor
When: Monday night
Where: Dietre's Place
He'd just happened to be online when Dietre's entry came up. Miserable, tired, contemplating alcoholism...Never good things. Something was bothering him, and Robin suspected it was the whole 'magic dog' thing. There were only so many people you could tell that to, and as the other had already trusted Robin with that secret, it made him ideal for talking to. Of course, he could have just been nice and spoken with him privately through the journals, but there was only so much one could do for a person through the computer. Besides, it was stupid to do that when the younger male was just a few steps outside his door. What kind of neighbor would he be if he didn't at least go over to offer a friendly ear or something?
So he knocked on D's door, armed with everything he could think of to make the other feel better and get to sleep. A thermos of warm milk, cookies, some nyquil, and a hot water bottle. Of course, with all this in his arms, it was kind of hard to knock, but he managed it. Maybe a little bit of over kill, but the idea was that something had to work. He had options this way.