Patrick Clark | Patroclus (![]() ![]() @ 2016-04-28 03:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | patroclus, roxanna fielding |
WHO: Patroclus and Roxanna Fielding (Open to other Kemps)
WHAT: WE SHOULD ACTUALLY TALK TO EACH OTHER LIKE HUMAN ADULTS AND ALSO ONE IMMORTAL
WHEN: Wednesday evening
WHERE: Kemps
WARNINGS: FLoof? Language? I DUNNO. confusion
The entire way to Roxanna's house, Patroclus felt like he might throw up. And as unpleasant as that was, there was a tiny bit of him that was glad for the feeling. It had been a long time since a girl made him want to throw up like this. It meant he was in a relationship he felt was equally balanced. He hadn't had that for decades now.
He probably wouldn't mention that she made him want to hurl though; he was fairly sure she would take it the wrong way.
When Lena admitted him, he gave her a guilty little smile and handed over a bag of groceries he had bought for them. He knew Thomas was still injured and he figured every little bit helped, right? He had also brought along food for himself and Roxanna because he hadn't eaten since Deirdre had forced food on him over a day ago. Then he went on his way up the stairs and knocked gently on Roxanna's door.