Carver Chambers (howfaricanfly) wrote in novsila_rpg, @ 2015-04-07 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | anthony goldstein, carver chambers |
Who: Carver and Anthony
What: This is not the date you're looking for.
Where: Outside of Bologna
When: Tuesday, April 7, evening.
Rating | Status: Low (change as necessary) | In Progress
As soon as Carver had finally gotten back to the size he was supposed to be the first thing he did was double check to make sure everything was still working properly and had all gotten back to his normal size...and the second was go out looking for a drink. He didn't mind the random adventures, and lets face it, if anyone embraced the weird and random, Carver tended to be among them. But this for some reason threw him. Maybe because he didn't actually eat or drink something he wasn't supposed to, or was at a party where things just happened. At least that's what he was justifying in his own head by the time that he'd all but ran into Anthony.
After a shortish conversation, the boys headed over to a place that a co-workers of Anthony's had mentioned and to Carver that sounded as good as any. He wasn't quite sure where to go in all honesty, and that suggestion was better than anything. And it got him to another area of Italy that he hadn't seen yet, so double points for that. In all honesty, he was just happy that he was getting to spend some one on one time with the other man. Probably the worst idea ever when trying to get over this crush, but when the time came to walk away, Carver just couldn't. He figured nothing would amount past a friendship, so, he'd take the friendship and this seemed like a good chance to talk with him outside of anything work related. It seemed too good to be true, really.
As they sat at a table near the back Carver had one hand in his lap, the other was playing with the glass that had just been delivered and he tried to make sure that a relaxed grin was still on his face. This wasn't anything. It was two friends going out for a drink or two, talking about their experiences being tiny during the day. "I'm not sure that I could have made a better bed-fort when I was kid..." he said with a slight chuckle pretty much explaining what he did all day in a short sentence, before he picked up his glass and took a polite sip from it before putting it down on the table again.