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Draven ([personal profile] drivenblades) wrote in [community profile] justhugalready 2013-06-12 08:40 pm (UTC)

"I was speaking more metaphorically. Of Heaven."

More, but not wholly. Talk Draven does, mainly of promises broken and how much of a dick everyone is (with a notably softer hate directed at women) and how he'll see humanity worth more than the stage of war. Draven's pace fluctuates far less than his volume, and from time to time he looks at Davesprite, too, wonders just which one's real.

He's quiet when they reach the hospital. He's been quiet for a while, reflecting on how much he wouldn't have done if he hadn't felt so much. But aid's been given, and Draven never neglects it. Hand at the door, he looks at Davesprite.

"I'll go on. Key's yours while I'm here - put it in the eighth floor's cracked pillar when you're through."

The apartment key's shoved at him and Draven's through the door. It's true that each apartment has the basics - what's an ideal is everything else staying where it's intended to be. There are plenty of things that, by all accounts but one, shouldn't be in Draven's apartment. Part of the fun of being in a new place - shaking it up.


(OOC: And that can be it unless you want to wrap up. Thanks!)

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