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Who: Signless and Artemis
What: A pair of hobos who have done things they regret talk about feelings.
Where: An alley somewhere
When: Now-ish? Around June 20th.
Warnings: none atm, will update if necessary
There was a time when the main reason Artemis would ever hang around in an alleyway was to keep an eye out for criminal activity. Of course, that's not to say she isn't looking out for that now, it just isn't really the main reason anymore.
She makes her way down the street, weaving between pedestrians for a while and then slipping between two now-familiar buildings, dropping into a crouch with her back to a wall and starting to reach toward the external outlet that she's been very grateful for the existence of these past few weeks.
Then she notices she's not alone. She freezes, bright yellow eyes widening with alarm, and pulls her hand away like she totally wasn't about to dismantle a power outlet and siphon electricity from it, because she is absolutely a human and not a robot. Nope. Nothing synthetic going on here.
"Uh- sorry, I didn't notice you were here." What is proper procedure for entering an alleyway and finding someone else already there? She has no idea. Crud.
What: A pair of hobos who have done things they regret talk about feelings.
Where: An alley somewhere
When: Now-ish? Around June 20th.
Warnings: none atm, will update if necessary
There was a time when the main reason Artemis would ever hang around in an alleyway was to keep an eye out for criminal activity. Of course, that's not to say she isn't looking out for that now, it just isn't really the main reason anymore.
She makes her way down the street, weaving between pedestrians for a while and then slipping between two now-familiar buildings, dropping into a crouch with her back to a wall and starting to reach toward the external outlet that she's been very grateful for the existence of these past few weeks.
Then she notices she's not alone. She freezes, bright yellow eyes widening with alarm, and pulls her hand away like she totally wasn't about to dismantle a power outlet and siphon electricity from it, because she is absolutely a human and not a robot. Nope. Nothing synthetic going on here.
"Uh- sorry, I didn't notice you were here." What is proper procedure for entering an alleyway and finding someone else already there? She has no idea. Crud.