Starfire (tamaranian) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-03-19 01:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | guerrero, starfire |
Who: Katya and Gideon
What: Part 2
When: After the hate crime
Where: Gid's Apartment
Warning: Akwardness!
She was lucky he was home. With the hours he kept, the constant in and out of the apartment with no real predictability, finding a time when he would be home for sure was something of a game of hit-or-miss. Today, fortunately, was a hit, in her case. Sharp hearing picked up on the knock despite his mind’s preoccupation with other things (if all else failed he fell to maintaining his gear, and with the outage having removed anything resembling productive from the equation it was as good a diversion as anything), and after rolling everything back up in the cloth and securing it under the couch he crossed to the door, combat knife in hand. It never hurt to be prepared, and he wasn’t exactly expecting visitors.
Particularly one the glance through the peephole presented. He would have thought she would skate under his radar for days, from her end anyway, at least until she’d worked through the shock of their last meeting. Evidently not. After slipping the knife back into its sheath under a pant leg he opened the door, peering out into the hallway and fixing her with a look that was equal parts bemusement and, once he realized the shape of her was off somehow, something akin to concern, if the narrowing of eyes was interpreted correctly. The door opened wider, wide enough to admit someone, and he stepped aside to let her in. “What happened?” It wasn’t a particularly warm sentiment, but then few things about Gideon were.