Ruth took a long pull of his mug, wishing the caffeine would speed along the loss of his hangover and bleariness. He listened at the bench, eyes following the various voices carrying the conversation, filing away pieces of information that surfaced with the innocent enough chatter.
Peaches? There was a story there.
There was a quip on the tip of his tongue and before he could let it take air, the Stoner asked him something. Of course she noticed his sly observations, attempting to draw his attention to more mundane inquiry of his activities. Nanny. Earning her an annoyed glare that flashed then dissolved after a roll of his eye.
Rik looked like a startled deer, drawing a chuckle from Ruth though he frowned slightly at his words. “Well I certainly didn’t need waking up,” unless… “better ways than talking if yo-” he didn’t quite finish before pain exploded, sting sharply across his ear. He looked up to Megara and the retreating hand that swatted his ear like a fucking child. Ruth’s face was a mixture of surprise and equal goading, he mouthed a silent “ow,” at her as she addressed him firmly, tone even, but evidently not to be tried with today it seemed.
[color=#008e02]“It is too early for your nasty talk. Behave.” [/color]
A lazy smirk spread, the healer only offering a lift of his shoulders before hunching back over his coffee. “Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll see how I am after this coffee. Give a man his coffee before asking him to don the veil of respectability, or as best as I can fake it.” Gods he felt like shit, not the usual weight of depressive hell he had become almost accustomed to, but that of an almost unabating exhaustion. Perhaps he would forgo working today for some rest, enjoy the rare company of others while not on his back or in the throes of passion.
“Moving on. What brings ole Rik here then? Besides Megara setting you up with an old… friend, flame, so many details?”
Peaches? There was a story there.
There was a quip on the tip of his tongue and before he could let it take air, the Stoner asked him something. Of course she noticed his sly observations, attempting to draw his attention to more mundane inquiry of his activities. Nanny. Earning her an annoyed glare that flashed then dissolved after a roll of his eye.
Rik looked like a startled deer, drawing a chuckle from Ruth though he frowned slightly at his words. “Well I certainly didn’t need waking up,” unless… “better ways than talking if yo-” he didn’t quite finish before pain exploded, sting sharply across his ear. He looked up to Megara and the retreating hand that swatted his ear like a fucking child. Ruth’s face was a mixture of surprise and equal goading, he mouthed a silent “ow,” at her as she addressed him firmly, tone even, but evidently not to be tried with today it seemed.
[color=#008e02]“It is too early for your nasty talk. Behave.” [/color]
A lazy smirk spread, the healer only offering a lift of his shoulders before hunching back over his coffee. “Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll see how I am after this coffee. Give a man his coffee before asking him to don the veil of respectability, or as best as I can fake it.” Gods he felt like shit, not the usual weight of depressive hell he had become almost accustomed to, but that of an almost unabating exhaustion. Perhaps he would forgo working today for some rest, enjoy the rare company of others while not on his back or in the throes of passion.
“Moving on. What brings ole Rik here then? Besides Megara setting you up with an old… friend, flame, so many details?”
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