Luke Triton (
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genessia2015-07-16 08:55 pm
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Who: Luke Triton, Roman Torchwick, and later Weiss Schnee
When: Saturday, July 18, midafternoon
Where: Streets of Genessia, then Weiss'
What: Torchwick feels a need to express his condolences because Zuko has gone home. Lucky for him, seems like Luke is already headed in that direction!
Luke had seen Weiss' post to the network. And he'd felt bad--no, actually, awful was a better term. It didn't seem fair. He didn't think that Weiss liked him much but that didn't mean he thought she deserved something so sad to happen to her.
So he's decided he'll bring her some coffee. He knows that Weiss likes coffee, and the tea he would have gotten her was ruined when the shop flooded. So he was limited to what he could find. And being a very particular British tea-shop owner he wasn't able to find anything he felt was satisfactory. Coffee it is. It isn't anything special, seeing as Luke doesn't know a darn thing about the stuff--but hey. He's trying
He walks along very drawn into himself, one arm still guarding his side. It's less painful now, but still wholly unpleasant. Regardless, out he is on the beautiful afternoon, carrying along a small gift bag. It's not too hard to guess who the bag is for, given the snowflake pattern.
When: Saturday, July 18, midafternoon
Where: Streets of Genessia, then Weiss'
What: Torchwick feels a need to express his condolences because Zuko has gone home. Lucky for him, seems like Luke is already headed in that direction!
Luke had seen Weiss' post to the network. And he'd felt bad--no, actually, awful was a better term. It didn't seem fair. He didn't think that Weiss liked him much but that didn't mean he thought she deserved something so sad to happen to her.
So he's decided he'll bring her some coffee. He knows that Weiss likes coffee, and the tea he would have gotten her was ruined when the shop flooded. So he was limited to what he could find. And being a very particular British tea-shop owner he wasn't able to find anything he felt was satisfactory. Coffee it is. It isn't anything special, seeing as Luke doesn't know a darn thing about the stuff--but hey. He's trying
He walks along very drawn into himself, one arm still guarding his side. It's less painful now, but still wholly unpleasant. Regardless, out he is on the beautiful afternoon, carrying along a small gift bag. It's not too hard to guess who the bag is for, given the snowflake pattern.
