Who: Darius and Ophelia What: looking around her house, mild flirting. Where: Ophelia's home. When: earlier in the day Warnings: obscene levels of cute?
Darius felt a little silly as he walked through the streets of New York. He was carrying a Wandering Jew, the purple and silver foliage brushing over his hands as he walked. The urge to shelter it from the cold was strong, but he refrained. A little time in the cold wouldn't hurt it, and he'd look foolish cuddling a plant.
Still, he was careful with it as he went, sheltering it with his arm when the wind was particularly cold.
He arrived at Ophelia's door quickly, driven by the cold and the wet. Just being here made him smile, and he knocked, hoping she wouldn't take long. It felt as though his bones were solid ice.