Characters: Legion & Hel Date/Time: September 26, afternoonish? Location: in front of La Maison Jeu Ancien Rating: TBD Warnings: probably language, some talk of wet dreams and whatevers. Summary: What the hell is outside, exactly?
Max had woken up this morning rather…unfortunately. Mind ablaze with pictures of her, warm and heavy and- well, unfortunately wet. Beyond that, and spending enough time in the shower in the hopes that he'd dissolve, he'd realized he hadn't seen his cat in a few days, and was subsequently irritated and overwhelmed at just, well, everything. He'd gotten himself into some clean pants and a new hoodie, and resigned to meet Hel, or rather, Wren, outside.
Because why not? Really. He ran a comb through hair that- honestly asked for a little bit of a trim. Though, he hated the whole thing. If he didn't cut it short enough, it had the tendency to curl, and curling was frustrating and messy and a whole slew of other things that he didn't have the patience for. But, whatever. It was highly doubtful that she'd care what he looked like, and would probably look at him funny once he started trying to talk to her, anyway.
Ah, yes. Talking. The realization that he would have to do that…with her, was a little bit of a mood-killer already. Try as he might, nothing coming out of him sounded normal anymore. This had never happened. He told himself he could get around it somehow. Maybe nod and smile. Unless she started asking questions, or he forgot and ended up talking regardless of his feelings on the situation.
Whatever. Maybe whatever was out there past the grounds would kill him so he wouldn't have to deal with how painfully awkward this was going to be. He shoved a box of cigarettes and a lighter in his pocket, in case things got too awkward and headed out.