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(closed) listen, honey, can you see?
Who: jonas ward and uchiha sasuke.
When: iuneril 14th, hours after this.
Where: at jiren's, a restaurant by the harbour.
What: having a nice, civil discussion.
Warnings: n/a.
(eight o'clock, or just about. jonas knows sasuke'll show a bit early, and he's right when he enters the restaurant after stubbing his cigarette out on the cobblestone. the smoke wafts in with him, only dissipating enough that it doesn't linger when he's taken to a table in the back where his bonded's already seated. the smell does, clinging to hatless hair and a plain outfit: suspenders over a loose, white shirt; a pair of high-waisted pants, tailored in a more modern fit; and the necklace, always, that hangs loosely beyond an unbuttoned collar.
his army jacket, that'd topped it all, is shucked and tucked over the back of a chair that creaks when he leans back.)
Hey, (never mind that jonas' stomach is giving an awful squeeze-and-flop, heart-rate elevated since he left his and stiles' cottage, he's trying to greet him as he normally would despite how much their connection gives away,) were you waiting long? I was gonna' jog here, but then I was like, "You'll just be sweaty all dinner." So.
When: iuneril 14th, hours after this.
Where: at jiren's, a restaurant by the harbour.
What: having a nice, civil discussion.
Warnings: n/a.
(eight o'clock, or just about. jonas knows sasuke'll show a bit early, and he's right when he enters the restaurant after stubbing his cigarette out on the cobblestone. the smoke wafts in with him, only dissipating enough that it doesn't linger when he's taken to a table in the back where his bonded's already seated. the smell does, clinging to hatless hair and a plain outfit: suspenders over a loose, white shirt; a pair of high-waisted pants, tailored in a more modern fit; and the necklace, always, that hangs loosely beyond an unbuttoned collar.
his army jacket, that'd topped it all, is shucked and tucked over the back of a chair that creaks when he leans back.)
Hey, (never mind that jonas' stomach is giving an awful squeeze-and-flop, heart-rate elevated since he left his and stiles' cottage, he's trying to greet him as he normally would despite how much their connection gives away,) were you waiting long? I was gonna' jog here, but then I was like, "You'll just be sweaty all dinner." So.