ᵃⁿᵒᵐᵃˡʸ (thwippy) wrote in crownplazaic, |
Miles had been aimlessly strolling about the main floor, mostly scaling the outer walls of the Lobby and Billiard Hall, looking at the art and wall hangings, stopping to get closer looks and read inscriptions, and otherwise famliarize himself with his new home for the time being. However, the sound of a familiar voice would bring Miles out of autopilot. Looking up to find a familiar face to match the voice caused Miles to perk up a bit as he approached his one-time former mentor.
"Hey, Pete! What's up, my guy!"
Stepping up to Peter B and raising an open hand in the slick demeanor of a schoolboy, ready to attempt some sort of combination handshake-fistbump that was likely to fumble. We'll work on that, Miles chuckled to himself internally. Not like they wouldn't have time. "Yeah, I think his name's ... Sam? I haven't seen him too much, but he seems like a cool guy. Pretty sure he knows your friend Steve from Brooklyn." As he was speaking, Miles randomly started to pantomime, hands flexing downward as if to dribble a basketball between the legs. Continuing this, he would approach Peter as if Peter was a defender on the opposing team. Fake-stepping in one direction before slipping around and past Peter by going the other way. "Oooh, broke yer ankles, Pete!" Rather than allow himself to get to hyped up in the moment, however, Miles would slow to a halt, turning to face Peter again.
"Everything's pretty chill so far. I found an arcade in the basement. I think most of the games might be from the 80's. What about you... what do you even do around here, man?"