( The trinkets come out and Steak picks a necklace, a glowing pendant which rests nicely between the undone top of his shirt, casting a gentle light on the exposed part of his chest. His identity has hardly been masked (haha, get it) by the mask over his face, given that it wasn't enchanted, and for good reason.
After all, he promised to meet somebody here, and she spots him first. There's a moment, awkwardly hanging in the air between them, where he realises that agreeing to engage in this via text is highly different from seeing each other in person for the first time since the pollen consumed their sanity. But she's waving, and even if this isn't something Steak is good at, it's something he said he'd follow through, something he (to his own surprise) wants to follow through, and he smiles as she approaches. )
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ayyy
Date: 2020-11-07 08:35 pm (UTC)After all, he promised to meet somebody here, and she spots him first. There's a moment, awkwardly hanging in the air between them, where he realises that agreeing to engage in this via text is highly different from seeing each other in person for the first time since the pollen consumed their sanity. But she's waving, and even if this isn't something Steak is good at, it's something he said he'd follow through, something he (to his own surprise) wants to follow through, and he smiles as she approaches. )
Hey. Having fun?
( Would she like to have a bit more? )