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tampered2008-10-09 02:23 pm
pastdedication.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-10-09 02:23 pm
some very serious sandwiches
When; Tonight (10/9)
Rating; None, check here for warnings.
Characters; Lin (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pastdedication) & Gren (notapreacher)
Summary; Lin owes Gren dinner. Or something.
Log; Lin is punctual, of course. It only took a little network message, grim, to find out if he was home, and then he made his way to Gren's apartment at the appointed time. So there he is, standing at the door and wondering if maybe he ought to just cut his losses and run. Still, Lin is nothing if not a slave to what he feels he owes, and he put Gren out of a meal and a bottle of bourbon on a curse day that feels like a lifetime ago. So he's back with bag in arms to replace those things.
No reason to be nervous. Why the hell should he be? Lin knocks on the door, twice, precisely.
Lin is as he always is, dressed in a trenchcoat and a tie. Not the least bit relaxed. Body language solid, inexpressive, belying an occasional moment of awkwardness. He stands as if making delivery, completing a business transaction. Perhaps that's all he knows how to do.
Rating; None, check here for warnings.
Characters; Lin (
pastdedication) & Gren (notapreacher)Summary; Lin owes Gren dinner. Or something.
Log; Lin is punctual, of course. It only took a little network message, grim, to find out if he was home, and then he made his way to Gren's apartment at the appointed time. So there he is, standing at the door and wondering if maybe he ought to just cut his losses and run. Still, Lin is nothing if not a slave to what he feels he owes, and he put Gren out of a meal and a bottle of bourbon on a curse day that feels like a lifetime ago. So he's back with bag in arms to replace those things.
No reason to be nervous. Why the hell should he be? Lin knocks on the door, twice, precisely.
Lin is as he always is, dressed in a trenchcoat and a tie. Not the least bit relaxed. Body language solid, inexpressive, belying an occasional moment of awkwardness. He stands as if making delivery, completing a business transaction. Perhaps that's all he knows how to do.