|Azrael (azraa_eel) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2017-08-28 18:46:00
|Entry tags:||azrael, duma|
Who: Duma & Azrael
When: Sunday evening
Where: Duma's place
Duma's cafe had proved to be a balm for Azrael's nerves. No chatter, no irritated people yelling into their phones, none of it. He had thoroughly enjoyed his time there. Today, however, was for more visiting, and checking in on his brother. Not that any of them ever really needed to be checked on, but it was the principle of the thing. Brothers gotta love, or something like that.
He really didn't know what, if anything, he should bring, but he figured tea was a safe bet. It was still steaming in its cups when Azrael arrived, and he juggled the tray while kicking lightly on the door with his foot. Wouldn't do to make it sound like the Huns were invading.