Imhar the Clever (imhartheclever) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-01-28 18:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | imhar, mitch rapp |
Who: Mitch & Imhar
When: Late Saturday Night
Where: His place
What: Linguistics
Why: He offered, why not?
Status: Ongoing
Rating: TBD
For as much as Imhar had enjoyed the innuendo it wasn't as satisfying when he was speaking to a little rectangle and hearing a slightly metallic voice replay it back at him. He made mental note of the snow slowly drifting down, not that it was going to bother him much. He hoped they got a decent amount. If anything was going to help heal the annoyance of the last of his homeworld he'd laid eyes on being tropical Rivain. Snow always healed in its way.
He'd been getting his things set up and settled. Sort of. What counted for settled when the whole concept of this box being his chafed deeply at him. He'd stripped off of half the Orlesian finery he'd hidden himself in when he arrived, the doublet and boots cast aside in favour of a tunic and bare feet in a room he hadn't actually noticed was lightly chilly.
Eventually, he heard a knock at his door and, scrubbing his hand through messy ginger hair went to answer with a warm smile. "Mitch, I assume?"