[ The communion from Gen starts as it usually does, when he's involved -- abruptly, brusquely, and with zero fanfare. ]
Gray. [ She'd just received the equivalent of a sharp rap at her window, a hard poke demanding her attention, and the moment she permits the connection to open, Gen speaks up flatly. ] Have something to give you. Come outside.
[ Then he cuts the connection. Such grace, such impeccable manners!
And while Gray might wonder about the very legitimate question of why he didn't just ring the doorbell instead of making her have to come out at this time in the evening, if he's just waiting outside ... the truth of the matter is that he's not really in the mood to be seen by anyone right now. Especially not Eustace (or, god forbid, that fucker Dokja). Gray's the only one he feels like tolerating, and only because he knows this is something that'd be better dealt with sooner rather than later.
Gen's loitering on a bench just across the street from the Gray found family's cozy little abode by the time she exits, leaning on the armrest and nursing a cigarette. And the moment he sees her approaching, hopefully before she can take note of the shitty, exhausted state he seems to be in, he retrieves something from the leather pouch at his belt and tosses it over -- a little metal something in a fabric bag. The shape and weight of it must be so familiar to her, even through the fabric.
communion / action | roughly halfway through iqnu
Gray. [ She'd just received the equivalent of a sharp rap at her window, a hard poke demanding her attention, and the moment she permits the connection to open, Gen speaks up flatly. ] Have something to give you. Come outside.
[ Then he cuts the connection. Such grace, such impeccable manners!
And while Gray might wonder about the very legitimate question of why he didn't just ring the doorbell instead of making her have to come out at this time in the evening, if he's just waiting outside ... the truth of the matter is that he's not really in the mood to be seen by anyone right now. Especially not Eustace (or, god forbid, that fucker Dokja). Gray's the only one he feels like tolerating, and only because he knows this is something that'd be better dealt with sooner rather than later.
Gen's loitering on a bench just across the street from the Gray found family's cozy little abode by the time she exits, leaning on the armrest and nursing a cigarette. And the moment he sees her approaching, hopefully before she can take note of the shitty, exhausted state he seems to be in, he retrieves something from the leather pouch at his belt and tosses it over -- a little metal something in a fabric bag. The shape and weight of it must be so familiar to her, even through the fabric.
It's Add. ]