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paixaorpg2008-08-27 04:43 pm
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Entry tags:
House Call;; [active, open]
Characters: L, Zexion
Content: L is in need of someone to do work for him. Zexion's interested.
Setting: The Haja o Que Houver
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None.
L would never have thought he'd be asking for a replacement.
It had rarely occured to him how much he relied on Watari for work, even if it was something as simple as bringing him a cup of tea, or an extra slice of cake. L had ventured out into the city several times to buy large stashes of sweets and pastries, but that couldn't last for forever: he liked to have food nearby, and he wasn't the best cook, and he had to think about what he could and couldn't do for a change. On top of that...his apartment wasn't neat, to put it lightly.
L needed a second set of hands. Someone was interested, and that was good enough for him.
He stood outside the Haja o Que Houver by the wall, attempting not to make himself overly visible out of pure habit. L was easy enough to spot, with his messy hair and slouched form, and he would rely on that for now.
The idea of speaking to this person could go over much differently than the idea of being invisible.
Content: L is in need of someone to do work for him. Zexion's interested.
Setting: The Haja o Que Houver
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None.
L would never have thought he'd be asking for a replacement.
It had rarely occured to him how much he relied on Watari for work, even if it was something as simple as bringing him a cup of tea, or an extra slice of cake. L had ventured out into the city several times to buy large stashes of sweets and pastries, but that couldn't last for forever: he liked to have food nearby, and he wasn't the best cook, and he had to think about what he could and couldn't do for a change. On top of that...his apartment wasn't neat, to put it lightly.
L needed a second set of hands. Someone was interested, and that was good enough for him.
He stood outside the Haja o Que Houver by the wall, attempting not to make himself overly visible out of pure habit. L was easy enough to spot, with his messy hair and slouched form, and he would rely on that for now.
The idea of speaking to this person could go over much differently than the idea of being invisible.
no subject
"Please be sure to tell me when you leave, however. If I need you and you're not there, then that could be an issue. Otherwise, you are free to come and go as you please." L wasn't going to limit him relentlessly: he would only give more incentive for "Ian" to never come back. He had to show that he was flexible...which he was.
There were no crimes to research or catch word of, only cleaning. That wasn't complex at all.