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12 [Location: Central/Josef's place] Party Post
Entrances had been made. The people of Taxon, some of them at least, had arrived. As the sun was setting and casting the room into shadows, the lights began to come up. Twinkling white lights on the balcony around the pool, mood lighting throughout the room to separate the loft into differing areas for different events. Light music played throughout the main room, though at poolside was a section set aside for dancing as well.
Pausing to overlook the affair, for a moment, Josef felt like he was still back home.
Well, minus the bevy of beautiful women offering up a vein at the snap of his fingers. He was still getting used to that loss, which hurt more keenly than most.
((ooc: Come one, come all. Feel free to set up your own posts or use the starter areas. Josef's place is a massive loft, with three separate rooms including a bedroom with an oversized freezer in it. There is also a rooftop pool area with a wide wall overlooking part of the city.))
Pausing to overlook the affair, for a moment, Josef felt like he was still back home.
Well, minus the bevy of beautiful women offering up a vein at the snap of his fingers. He was still getting used to that loss, which hurt more keenly than most.
((ooc: Come one, come all. Feel free to set up your own posts or use the starter areas. Josef's place is a massive loft, with three separate rooms including a bedroom with an oversized freezer in it. There is also a rooftop pool area with a wide wall overlooking part of the city.))
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Leaning in, she presses her cheek against his. It isn't a kiss, it is almost more than that, a moment of sharing. "How are you faring, Glitch?"
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He leans in a little too, the stubble of the neatly trimmed beard he'd kept since their island adventure (for Bagoas, though it has - pardon the pun - grown on him) likely brushing her cheek.
"A few weeks from now it'll be three annuals here for me," he says and cna't help a tiny sigh. "I'm...doing okay, I think. I like my house, I love my friends, it's...I've been worse off. As you know."
Nope, he wasn't going to ask for details of whatever memories she'd seen.
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"We'll survive."
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"Nah, you've done...so much already. I think I owe you several by now." He smiles back, but it falters a bit at her sadness. "Penny for your thoughts? Or is that asking too much?"
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It probably doesn't make any sense, really. She still loves Scott. He still loves her. They just have so much else in the way that it almost doesn't matter. Almost.
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"I think so," he replies carefully. "I've...yeah. It's kind of a 'what if' thing, right? And here you don't get any room to hide from it."
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"It is a what if thing and it is almost... worse."
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"Then I'm sorry," he says, brow furrowing a bit. "Is there...I know, probably not, but is there anything I can do to help?"
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"Kinda my second job these days," he remarks, thinking of Azkadellia. "But...glad I can help, even a little. You know where to find me."
He'll be her sassy Ozian friend. They can sit around and drink cocoa and talk about boys.
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She could use more sass in her life.