|Darius Alexander Summers (dasummers) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2009-04-20 09:42:00
|Entry tags:||darius summers, ophelia|
Who: Darius and Ophelia
What: Going to see a play, being teenagers
Where: Cork, Ireland
When: middle of the day
Warnings: Horny young adults, slight emo possible.
Darius was loitering. He knew he was. The No Loitering sign seemed to frown down at him, but he didn't pay it any attention. He was loitering with a purpose, and nobody seemed to be very bothered by him. The fact that he'd bought a water and something to eat while he waited had probably pacified the shop owner, and beside which, he wouldn't be loitering long.
He hoped. The car he'd rented was sitting in the parking lot a block down (also in a place it was not supposed to be), but he wanted to be close to the portkey. He scratched his face a little, frowning at the day's worth of stubble. It was oddly itchy, and he hoped he wouldn't be too scratchy to kiss. Oh well. He'd shave when they got to the hotel room.