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Who: Yamagi Gilmerton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cariad) & Eugene Sevenstark (presses)
What: Not a date night
When: After the end of the epidemic
Where: Wyver's West End
Warning(s): N/A so far
[Of all the culture shocks to accumulate to and through, Yamagi's most pleasantly surprised by the relatively warmer weather. Anything is rather warmer than Chryse--or any of the space ships his brethren have lived in for the past few years. He recalls tropical nights on Earth where the only breeze had been a kiss in passing on his cheek in the evening.
It's why he insists on settling outside with their tankards, close enough to the square to people-watch but with enough distance to hear one another talk. Yamagi's already through his third drink, enough to bring a flush to his cheek without dulling his senses. Five years of coping had seen to that.]
And then I dropped the crystal on Mikazuki's head. [A punchline. A drink. A light of something akin to life in his eyes.] He dodged, of course. That's Mikazuki for you, otherwise I'd have had to drag him concussed back home, and he's heavy. I've forgotten how heavy he was!
I don't think it'd have killed him. He has enough hair to cushion the drop.
cariad) & Eugene Sevenstark (presses) What: Not a date night
When: After the end of the epidemic
Where: Wyver's West End
Warning(s): N/A so far
[Of all the culture shocks to accumulate to and through, Yamagi's most pleasantly surprised by the relatively warmer weather. Anything is rather warmer than Chryse--or any of the space ships his brethren have lived in for the past few years. He recalls tropical nights on Earth where the only breeze had been a kiss in passing on his cheek in the evening.
It's why he insists on settling outside with their tankards, close enough to the square to people-watch but with enough distance to hear one another talk. Yamagi's already through his third drink, enough to bring a flush to his cheek without dulling his senses. Five years of coping had seen to that.]
And then I dropped the crystal on Mikazuki's head. [A punchline. A drink. A light of something akin to life in his eyes.] He dodged, of course. That's Mikazuki for you, otherwise I'd have had to drag him concussed back home, and he's heavy. I've forgotten how heavy he was!
I don't think it'd have killed him. He has enough hair to cushion the drop.