Who: Adam Milligan + Kevin Tran What: Meeting, commiserating and coffee. When: Jan. 9th Where: Granny's Rating: Low? Status: In progress
Kevin had been here a few days now. Maybe over a week. Really, it was hard to tell because the first few days had all blurred together in one big panic attack, all stress and head between his legs and mutterings of "Oh my god, my world is over and Harry Potter is real".
And then he'd kind of… just slotted it all into his already fucked up, supernatural world view and he'd been fine. Not okay, but fine. There was a clear difference, so long as he never had to put it to words. Fine enough to move on and get over it. To get up, take a shower, brush his teeth, change his clothes. Fine enough to get bored just sitting there. It was weird, but not having a given task every day was… disconcerting. He had no idea what to do now that he didn't have to give himself a headache over tablet translation. So clearly the only thing to do was get on his PDA and try to move on.
Sort of.
Was it even really a change when he was agreeing to meet up with someone from his own world and general time line? Even if he didn't know said person?
Kevin decided he didn't have a fuck to give about the semantics of it. Adam seemed nice. Normal. Not hellbent on stabbing things constantly or asking for spells. So. That was good. He clicked his door shut behind him and walked the thirty some feet over to end up in front of door 306. And he knocked.