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discedo_logs2008-10-05 06:46 pm
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Who: Charles Fei-Ong [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roseraiebleue], Agatsuma Soubi [scarredtruth]
Where:Everywhere in Discedo Latimir 305, abandoned room in Latimir
When: today, evening-ish
Rating: lulz, R
Summary: Giving a flower can be equally intimate. Or something like that.
the log:
With each coming and going, the initial nervousness of seeing him had lessened into a pleasant, though almost desperate, sensation. When Charles had offered one of his roses, it had been out of habit to question such a thing. Most of the time, he found it difficult to accept that which he didn't find himself worthy to take. Even if he had wanted...
Stop that.
Soubi made a face as he entered the familiar room - always the same since he didn't really belong anywhere else. Not needed by anyone except-- He twisted his mouth into the faint hint of a smile instead, focusing on Charles to the point he was standing close enough to ghost fingertips through that dark hair before he thought of speaking. It was a quiet greeting, one he sincerely meant each time they met.
"I'm here."
roseraiebleue], Agatsuma Soubi [scarredtruth]Where:
When: today, evening-ish
Rating: lulz, R
Summary: Giving a flower can be equally intimate. Or something like that.
the log:
With each coming and going, the initial nervousness of seeing him had lessened into a pleasant, though almost desperate, sensation. When Charles had offered one of his roses, it had been out of habit to question such a thing. Most of the time, he found it difficult to accept that which he didn't find himself worthy to take. Even if he had wanted...
Stop that.
Soubi made a face as he entered the familiar room - always the same since he didn't really belong anywhere else. Not needed by anyone except-- He twisted his mouth into the faint hint of a smile instead, focusing on Charles to the point he was standing close enough to ghost fingertips through that dark hair before he thought of speaking. It was a quiet greeting, one he sincerely meant each time they met.
"I'm here."