Who: Fernando Morales and Dorian Pavus What: Something like a date When: Backdated to Thursday evening Where: The Musain Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Morales was still a little thrown by the previous week. Not because he had problems with anything that'd happened -- his issues were tied to problems with the decade itself, not anything else -- but because that wasn't him. Yes, he'd been quiet and a little awkward in the 80s, but he'd also been a teenager. So much of what Madison Valley had let him go through that week had been... close, but not quite.
It did get partial credit, though, for the fact that most of who and what he was hadn't changed. Things had been that much easier to deal with just because of that alone.
And alright, he was a little thrown by what was currently going on, as well. Morales hadn't expected Dorian to suggest they meet for dinner, and honestly? He was a little surprised that the man had done so. But there'd been no way Morales was going to say no to the invitation. Dorian was interesting enough that he'd be an idiot to say no -- plus after the previous week, an entirely different lifetime with several months of having been mostly subtly pursued... he was curious.
And life got interesting when he got curious.
So of course he was at the Musain on time, possibly even a slight bit early as he was shown to their table, because while Morales wasn't nervous? He also didn't want to do anything that would make a mess of the evening. Neither of them needed that.