Who: Rhydian Oakby and Lennox Campbell What: Rhydian has invited himself over. Kind of. Where: Lennox's place. When: Tonight Warnings/Rating: TBA/Probably low
Rhydian had always been confident in his ability to cheer people up. It wasn't until he had already arrived on Lennox's doorstep, however, that he stopped to think about why exactly a harmless little prank like that might put someone out of sorts. Surely the man couldn't think he had sent it. Some other reason, then - there was someone he hoped hadn't sent it, more than likely. He could understand that.
Still, it was a bit daunting, and maybe it would have been better to come over sometime when Lennox hadn't been put in a sour mood by a piece of flying fruit. He was already here, though, and had brought along a plate of mince pies he'd stolen from his last visit with his mother - mostly as an antidote to the reputation he suspected he'd developed as a drunk. It wasn't pears, it wasn't alcohol, and hopefully it wasn't too distasteful. Either way, he would be glad to see him. That much he hoped he was clear on.