Who: Conor & Clarent What: Catching up When: May 23rd, afternoon Where: Clarent's trailer Warnings: TBD
Conor's head was still a bit twisted up over how things had gone with Byron a few days ago. He hadn't meant for things to go that far, but he couldn't deny that he'd liked it. He was all but healed now, only one pair of almost healed bite marks still visible. He'd kept to himself for a a day or two after that, mostly staying in the Garden with Oighear.
But now he felt like getting out again, and he'd been meaning to visit Clarent for a while anyway. He found a good bottle of Irish whisky he'd been holding onto, clicked his tongue for Oighear to follow him, and set off across the Village. He wasn't in any hurry, and the stroll across the grass, with the breeze on his face, felt good. He found the right trailer and knocked on the door, leaning against the wall as he waited, Oighear splayed out at his feet.