Who: Tristan and Wren What: Meeting and eating food together Where: Hotdog stand around the corner from Hamartia When: Monday evening after the Masquerade Warnings: Don't know yet. Possibly? Edit: Talk of care of healing ouchies.
He really hadn't been awake that long when he'd left the message for Wren, so he was still wearing what he'd changed into after the masquerade. Namely: pajamas. Which he figured weren't suitable even for a hotdog stand. Not to say that what he changed into was that much better, but at least the black jeans were only somewhat paint-stained, and he was pretty sure the shirt had seen a recent wash, as it was in the clean pile. The cuts on his stomach still stung, but they hadn't re-opened, and he'd been able to leave off the bandages for the masquerade, though they looked fairly angry under his shirt.
He even grabbed a scarf and a coat on his way out the door, not knowing how cool it would be outside, and was glad he had, once he hit the outside air. It didn't quite send a chill down his neck, but it was close. He wasn't sure if Wren would be there yet, or where she'd be coming from (still unsure if she actually lived in the same building), but there was really no point in waiting around the apartment.