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| Don't fear the Riva; Riva | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 13 2013, 05:23 AM (92 Views) | |
| Shatterstar | Dec 13 2013, 05:23 AM Post #1 |
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December 13th 2:00pm __________________________ Locked doors were always an inconvenience of sorts, but not enough of a problem that he paid enough attention to it all the time. He understood that it was there for a matter of privacy and security for the person on the other side of the lock. However, he'd been going into places he wasn't allowed since as long as he could remember. One little apartment lock wasn't that scary. Shatterstar opened the door, knuckles rapping lightly on it as he stepped inside. He wasn't expected, exactly. Mostly because Riva had failed to attend his mandatory hangout time delegated for a few days prior. A wellness check, so to speak, despite the fact that she clearly was not alright. Upset was the light version. Ed had died, and he acknowledged the fact that it was not a simple thing to get over. But it was time enough. His nose scrunched up as he closed the door behind him. "Riva?" His arm held, partially outstretched, a peace offering of a large Styrofoam cup filled to the brim with piping hot flavorful goodness. He stepped carefully around the mess, eyes scanning the room for sign of the remaining tenant. "I know you're alive because it doesn't smell like that in here." But it kind of smelled close. He adjusted the collar of his shirt and cleared his throat. "I'm setting the coffee right here on the table. Assuming you are in a position able to move, I expect you to surface. Or I will start washing things until I find you." He seemed pleased with himself for that one, but he turned and slipped his hands into his pockets, expecting that he would be making quite a few threats this afternoon. "Also i'll need an explanation for why you left me stranded. Abandoned. After all the effort I put into planning that... movie release..." |
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