WHO: Hem and Emmerson LeBeau WHEN: March 3rd, dinner (Backdated) WHERE: Hem's apartment. WHAT: The Elder LeBeau's dinner date, pick a take out place.
Hem was more than happy enough to play host to his siblings. With the way his work went, he tended to be off on some kind of adventure, checking in with the Sentries from time to time to see if there was any fun missions that he would be useful for. Hem had a bad reputation of disappearing without a word, but when he could check in via Astral Projection, why was it necessary to say anything?
The studio apartment was spacious with clutter everywhere. His guitar was stashed beside the couch while everything else seemed to find a place on shelves of various sizes. He collected random things from his adventures so that he may give them as gifts later. Birthdays had a way of appearing out of nowhere, especially when you were not so sure what day it was. During his insomnia bouts every day blended together and Hem was the kind of person who wanted to make sure it did not look like he forgot someone. He hated forgetting people.
Laying upside down on his leather couch, he shuffled take out menus in his hand, scanning them over. When Em had arrived she would have realized, Hem never changes and had no plan on where the dinner would be. "So, Thai? Pizza? Chinese? Though I had Chinese recently and I think it may have been poisoned."