Chance Renard (![]() ![]() @ 2011-08-19 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | chance renard, graham fischer, week 1 |
{ w h o } Graham and Chance.
{ w h a t } A little bit of tea and chess.
{ w h e n } Wednesday after dinner.
{ w h e r e } Graham's Trailer.
{ r a t i n g } G most likely (It's Graham and Chance, for Pete's sake).
{ s t a t u s } Complete
He never really liked visiting others in their own quarters. There was something very diminishing about putting himself in someone else's territory. People had very peculiar ways, and he was never sure how to act, or even how to sit, in another person's space.
Despite this, he hadn't really thought that much of going over to Graham's trailer, until he was already outside the door. A tin full of his favorite tea blend was clutched in his hand, and he held it against his abdomen like a treasure. It was almost downright impossible to get a hold of truly good tea, but he was willing to share it with Graham if he was inclined. He took a deep, calming breath before he stepped up to the door, rapping on it lightly with his knuckles.
"Graham, are you in?"