Log: Haven Located

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Agent Florida (native), Agent Louisiana (native)
What: Discussion accompanied by muffins.
Where: Grand Cytherean, Uptown Gulch
When: Saturday 4/25
Warnings: None for now


Louisiana laid back in the lounge chair, listening to the man made waterfall. Her helmet nearby out of habit rather than necessity. It was nice to be able to comfortably enjoy the sun rays coming in and be surrounded by flora. She however kept half of her attention to the door inside. Hopefully Florida would chose that conviential route rather than appearing out of the trees. He had a knack for randomly appearing despite having given a warning.

Comments

[the_informant]

Oh yeah, he's preening. Shifting happily and grinning widely. "I'm pretty awesome. Maybe I'll make you a sweater if you want.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"You're such a dork, you know that right," she laughs. "I mean I would appreciate anything you create."

[the_informant]

"You mean both," he laughs, taking his drink and downing more of it. "Maybe you are an almost daughter to me."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She leans back, scanning the tree line out of old habit. "I suppose I did. I'll accept a maybe though."

[the_informant]

"I could live with that," Florida smiles, finishing his drink."I... care about you, Lou. That's what matters."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Same here," she answers. She had started to lean against but fixes herself immediately. "But I know."