[ frank and max come here often enough, though maybe even more so since a friend of theirs left. apollo could always be found here and he had found a steadiness in the other man's presence. he and his partner both will be sorely missed, but new people are showing up all the time. he knows his focus has to be on them in the end.
he's about six foot with his magboots on, wearing a curious variation on the jumpsuit lance too is wearing: his is black and seems to fit him like it was made for him. and it should because there's a name over his breast where the younger man's is blank. it reads CASTIGLIONE. there are booties on the brown pitbull with flat metal soles that clank against the grating in the floor as they approach lance as a unit, catching the tail end of his question. ]
If they're here, yeah. Sure. Shoot.
[ he'd rather focus on this than his depressing shit anyway. ]
arrival
he's about six foot with his magboots on, wearing a curious variation on the jumpsuit lance too is wearing: his is black and seems to fit him like it was made for him. and it should because there's a name over his breast where the younger man's is blank. it reads CASTIGLIONE. there are booties on the brown pitbull with flat metal soles that clank against the grating in the floor as they approach lance as a unit, catching the tail end of his question. ]
If they're here, yeah. Sure. Shoot.
[ he'd rather focus on this than his depressing shit anyway. ]