Log; Return to the Fold

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Louisiana (Original), Sigma Ai (Native)
What: Remember that delayed reunion? Well...definitely happening.
Where: Sigma's Apartment
When: Friday 11/13 (Backdated)
Warnings: Fluff. Fluff everywhere. Being idiots.


She knew that this was necessary. With the way things had ended in Armonia after the rescue, this was owed to Sigma the most out of anyone to be quite honest. He deserved better. Much like Maine deserved so much better than getting dumped by that loser. ...going to have to tell Sigma that she punched Delta and hope that he wasn't going to freak out over it.

At least the glasses were handled. Definitely too far on that part. Still Florida had wanted to prove a point as well which he did besides from bouncing around like a kid in a candy store while recording the incident. Definitely leave that fact out in the retelling. Most definitely leave it out.

Louisiana has a frequent track on her playlist playing in her helmet audio at the moment as she wanders along the halls of the apartment complex. She was stalling. This was such a coin toss of what kind of emotions she was going to receive from Sigma. Let alone she needed to figure what to say. So for now she sticks to walking slow and listening to the comforting tune.

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[spectre_de_la_mort]

She holds him close to herself, careful of his arm but not wanting to let go anytime soon. The helmet makes it awkward but she doesn't want to reach up and remove it at the moment. Her visor does depolarize though because Sigma is safe and whole thanks to the mission and her decision which Louisiana is so thankful for. Everything had been worth it.

"I would never stop trying to," Louisiana answers. "Promise."

[ambitious_muse]

Of course she would. As soon as he heard she would be sponsoring him, he had hoped.

"I'm so glad you're here," he says.

"Uh. Want to come inside?" So nobody runs into them or stares or anything?

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I can tell," Louisiana softly teases. An arm drops around him and she's moving them both towards his apartment. No need to be out in the open. "Yea that'd be great right now."

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma follows. Pretty sure he left the door open in his excitement, which isn't very safe of him, but it's okay because she's here.

Does he have food? There should be something in his apartment that they can share. He'll check as soon as they get inside.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana keeps a steady hold on him, not wanting to let go for awhile. She was forced to do so thanks to Felix and the rescue efforts so she wasn't planning on doing so for a bit longer. He was alive and whole.

She uses her boot to close the door behind them. The apartment hadn't really changed except for the soft pings that there was a security system that had been recently updated. Good. That meant Sigma wasn't going to get jumped in here. However she does take further note of the discarded Venator, still embellished with her colors and visor styling. Well...he had somewhat taken her advice.

"I thought I told you to get that thing painted and all for yourself," she muses.

[ambitious_muse]

"I haven't had time," he admits. "I started my new job. One of these weekends, when I'm not working or studying, I'll take it in to get it done."

He's still so behind on everything. The truth is, he's not sure he can afford the paint job yet. His first paychecks should cover it, though.

As for holding on, he's also glad to not let go. "Can I get you anything to drink? Or eat?"