Re: in-person: connie/patrick
Since when does my sis like Halloween? [He was teasing, of course. Halloween was always a big deal in Casa Gunster, and it had been since Patrick could remember. Not that Connie didn't make a big deal of all the other holidays growing up, but there was something special about Halloween.] I went to an unimpressive haunted house near Yellowstone, and I yawned halfway. [He shook his head, like it was all a very sad business.] I almost gave them your card, but you don't have cards. You should work on that too. [All of which was stream of consciousness as he focused on her getting the sugar glider ready for handoff, a prospect which he was excited about. His light eyes brightened, and the corners crinkled, and he ducked so she could slip the bonding pouch over his shoulders.
He whispered to Thane for a few seconds, mostly calling him Husbando and telling him that he was a lot shorter than he envisioned his future brother-in-law to be, and then he followed her waggling finger without much thought, because he'd been following her around their entire lives. Being taller didn't matter so much when it came to things like that.] This place is dead. How do they keep the power on?
[He leaned against the bar, careful of his brother-in-law's pouch, and pointed at her when she got to beer as an option.] None of the lite stuff. [He pulled a face.] Should I wait for the first sip to spill? Or should I ask how you've been holding up? You look good. [He smiled, honest.] Real good. Not that you didn't look good when I saw you last, but you kind of didn't. Beaut, but not happy. It was sort of that emo sadness thing that teenage girls think is so attractive. Very Havisham.