[Game 21] Epilogue

[arsgoetia]

So, you get your Philly cheesesteak, and you head back on another train, returning to New York at fuck o'clock in the morning. Maybe you get a nap on the train, or maybe you're full of yawns and misery as you head back to Sariel's house at the crack of dawn. Paz went on her merry way with wonderful promises for the future, but Hale is with you, seeming remarkably energetic.

Madison is just barely held back by Kieran, it seems, from just sprinting out the door as soon as you get anywhere near the yard. As it stands, as soon as you all make your way past the gate, there's a redhead barreling down to greet you.

Comments

[turnonmycharm]

Ahhh, I'm only called that in bed, please don't remind me of any other implications.

[arsgoetia]

"Hey, if you don't wanna be called by that, I am down with leaving all that aside."

[turnonmycharm]

Let's just say I prefer not to stand on ceremony.

Tristan's fine. And you—?

[arsgoetia]

"Hale."

[turnonmycharm]

As in "hearty and—?"

[arsgoetia]

"In terms of spelling, yes. Like Kale, with an H. I too am tastier if you massage me first."

[turnonmycharm]

[that does get a laugh out of Tristan]

I feel like the layers of nuance joking about that with me are just too much.

[arsgoetia]

"I'm a nuanced motherfucker."