[ The weather is chilly, but bustling of the streets and the wide stretch of the tree in the centre of the market stops the snow from spreading as much as it could, and the company of Charizard--munching away on hot potatoes, one of which Red has himself balancing on his lap with a small fork stabbed into the top--keeps them from getting too bad a case of the chills with his tail out for them.
There's a small notebook sitting on his knee, kept there for the second he awkwardly scribbles something inside it, then closes it with the pencil tucked inside to sit at the side. Writing away is not how you're supposed to have lunch, or something. ]
Hey, Cilan-- how do you feel about the arehtei?
[ Conversation is always acceptable however, right? ]
02/01
There's a small notebook sitting on his knee, kept there for the second he awkwardly scribbles something inside it, then closes it with the pencil tucked inside to sit at the side. Writing away is not how you're supposed to have lunch, or something. ]
Hey, Cilan-- how do you feel about the arehtei?
[ Conversation is always acceptable however, right? ]