REAL WORLD, REAL LIFE

[shinsengumi]

Maybe you're famous. Maybe you're a slum.

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[faeriefire]

So glad you could join me today, Krissy!

[And what a lovely day it is. Olivia's booked a secluded corner table in an exclusive restaurant, framed by beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows and a sweeping view of the city. She sips the tall glass of sparkling blackberry lemonade—far too early in the day for anything more risqué—and places her sunglasses on the napkin between them.]

And you're sure he won't be too late? We're very busy people, you know.

[daughterofsand]

[Shai has the table set aside for them, and raises a signaling hand as Kevlahn steps away from the mic. She can't pretend to have the poetic ear that those around her do, murmuring appreciations and contemplations beneath scattered applause, but at least she's here and at least she knows what she enjoys. This coffee, for one thing, and Kevlahn retaking a seat at her side for another.]

Seems they like you.

[raptorial]

[He woke up late today, the bed beside him empty, and rather than tidy himself he instead elected to go straight to work, only pausing long enough to pull on a set of flannel lounging trousers.

It's been several hours now and he hasn't finished reading and note-taking Rousseau, to say nothing of other readings he has due before next week. It's with a sigh that he settles himself again in Hassan's chair with a fresh cup of coffee and a new page in his notebook. It's still strange to him, that he has something to apply himself to, and he finds his mind wandering more than he's willing to admit as he considers how his life has changed in only a few months.]