12-14-2024, 02:37 PM
There were various private conversations going on as people ate, but Gideon didn’t seem to mind that his was conducted between his perch by the kitchen counter and across the room to the nerd on the couch. He shrugged a little at the reassurance, since it wasn’t exactly what he’d asked. Jaxen was Jaxen. He was always fine. Little shit perpetually managed to bounce back, and Gideon had heard some stories.
No one commented on the man in the cage, which meant Gideon was drunker than he thought last night, or it just wasn’t notable in this crowd. At least two of the girls looked like they’d never had a decent meal in their lives, and apparently didn’t know what to do with all the unusual food stuffs like “bacon” and “pancakes.” One sitting with her friend looked slightly high still. Meanwhile Liam was staring at this man with literal love hearts in his eyes.
Gideon gestured with his coffee mug, encouraging a bit more explanation. Or any really. “And, uh, what the fuck’s the “Emissary”?”
No one commented on the man in the cage, which meant Gideon was drunker than he thought last night, or it just wasn’t notable in this crowd. At least two of the girls looked like they’d never had a decent meal in their lives, and apparently didn’t know what to do with all the unusual food stuffs like “bacon” and “pancakes.” One sitting with her friend looked slightly high still. Meanwhile Liam was staring at this man with literal love hearts in his eyes.
Gideon gestured with his coffee mug, encouraging a bit more explanation. Or any really. “And, uh, what the fuck’s the “Emissary”?”