July 6th, Late Evening
Glenn had put in a full day of work that day, but even he wasn't so clueless or stupid as to keep working beyond usual business hours. Even if Sundays weren't a typical business day. He had cleaned up a little before going, but it was still quite clear that he had been working. Bathing in the glen's lake couldn't entirely remove the smell of varnish from his skin (and neither could the Jenli cologne he dabbed on his cheeks), and he hadn't bothered to change into nicer clothes. So he began the long walk to the WestEnd and Econ-Omni apartments dressed simply, as usual, in a white t-shirt with intermittent smudges of light brown on it, brown carpenter's trousers that better hid similar stains, and those old worn-out work boots. They seemed like they were almost on their last legs, squeaking something awful with every footstep he made, and garnering him more than a few curious looks from passers-by as he went through the city. Once he was into the less well-to-do neighborhoods of RhyDin and the WestEnd, the looks ceased. He made it to the street corner that the Econ-Omni sat on and entered through the lobby, heading up the steps and towards Apartment 14. Once there, he knocked on the door and waited patiently.
Carley had been packing for her trip tomorrow, as she had waited to the last minute to do so, naturally. She was traveling light, however, so there really wasn't a need to have packed a good amount of time in advance. Articles of clothing- shirts, shorts, underwear, and socks- were folded neatly and set out across her bed, near the open bag she was likely about to stuff it all in. When she heard the knock at the door, a pointed ear twitched before she leveled a scowl in that direction, underwear she had been folding dropped on top of the bed. "Lumji..."
Muttering a few unladylike things beneath her breath, she shook her head as she started towards the door, then reached up to undo the assortment of locks and chains. "Yer a real piece of work, you know that? I told ya I'd pay you tomorrow before I left, so ya don't have to worry about a late payment." As the last lock was undone, she opened up the door to level her scowl at the one there, but it faded immediately when she saw just who it was. "Oh!" There was a touch of pink to her cheeks, as embarrassment settled in. Not even just because of that, but because of her attire- a bright blue t-shirt with a cartoon-like frog's face on the front, and dark blue shorts that were a bit shorter than anything she'd ever wear in public. She gave a tug to the bottom of her shirt, then directed her cutest smile up at the carpenter.
The corner of one of his lips twitched a little, in amusement, before he managed to stifle the laughter at the angry words he thought he'd overheard and the scowl that had quickly vanished from her face. After a while, though, Glenn couldn't help but smile back. Leaning down to brush aside any blonde bangs that might've been in the way, he pressed his lips against Carley's forehead. "Busy packing?" He leaned back, looking over her and into the apartment.
She'd been packing indeed, as he'd likely be able to tell by the evidence on her bed. Aside from that, her apartment was pretty much the same as always, save for one very big difference. The lack of Crimson Flash paraphernalia. There were places on the dull brown walls a little lighter than the rest where posters once hung. Shelves that used to be full of the crimson figurines were now strangely sparse. "Yah huh!" Carley grinned, pulling a 180 in terms of demeanor when he kissed her forehead. "I gotta wake up real early so I'd rather pack now instead of waitin'." She stepped aside, pulling the door open further to allow him entrance to her apartment.
He stepped inside, boots squeaking all the while. His jade eyes swept over the interior of the apartment quickly. It was mostly the same, except (of course) for the stacks of clothing and travel bag. And the missing Crimson Flash things. He didn't say anything about that, but his eyes lingered on that section of the room just a touch longer than the rest of the apartment, before snapping back to Carley. "Do you need any help with that?" Glenn asked, pointing towards the bed.
"Yeah, sure, if ya want?" It was almost absently spoken, as the little elf shut the door, and secured the chain. The rest of the locks were untouched, at least, so she wasn't quite that paranoid. With a glance over her shoulder, she smiled to Glenn again. "Will you excuse me a minute?" She didn't await response, however, before moving towards the opposite side of the apartment to meander in the bathroom and shut the door.
Even as she was walking away, Glenn replied. "Sure.." He took that opportunity to untie the laces and slip off his work boots, revealing plain white crew socks. Despite the open invitation to help with packing, Glenn decided to wait until she was back from the bathroom to actually assist her. So...he stood there. It wasn't too long after Carley had exited that Glenn was pulling his necklace out from underneath his t-shirt and fidgeting idly with the arrowheads attached to the hemp cord. He closed his eyes and let the clacking sooth him, occupy his time.
Carley wasn't gone for too long, before she the door opened and she stepped back out, her attire a little different. Her shirt was a very pale blue, plain, but lacked any sort of 'cutesy' design on it. It was also inside out, but she hadn't realized that in her haste to switch clothes. Shorts were changed too, to a dark blue, and a little longer than the previous pair. "Did ya want somethin' to eat or drink?" She shut the door behind her, before fidgeting in place.
"Water's fine." Rumble, rumble, went the carpenter's stomach, although he seemed intent on ignoring the noises of hunger coming from it. His cheeks were tinted rose for a second, but he was able to get the words out without any pause. "Lle maa quel." Of course, once he was done speaking them, he quickly and shyly turned his head away. He was better at being timid than being honest.
She grinned, somewhat crookedly, at that. "Diola lle. Amin vithel.." Turning to head in the kitchen, she hummed quietly to herself as she ambled about in there. First to get a glass of water, and because she was a very astute girlfriend (who forgot to go food shopping recently), a pack of crackers. Rejoining Glenn in the living room/bedroom, both items were offered over as she sniffed at the air in a not so discreet way.
He responded in kind, his elvish only slightly flat. "Diola lle." He took the glass in one hand, crackers in the other, and started to nibble on the latter idly. He watched her smelling the air, but said nothing immediately. After all, it was impolite to talk with food in one's mouth.
She smiled faintly, catching the scent of Jenli cologne, but it wasn't the only scent she had picked up... "Ya worked today." Spoken as fact, rather than a question. She seemed to think on it a brief moment, but didn't comment further. Heading towards her bed, she picked up a small stack of clothes to stick in her bag, then picked up an article of clothing to fold.
His lips twisted again, this time into a grimace, but he didn't dodge the issue or circle around it, like he might've before. "I did..." he softly confessed, before turning his attention to the empty spaces on the wall where Crimson Flash's posters used to hang. He headed in that direction, not really sure what he was going to do or if he was even going to say anything about it. Well, he wasn't quite entirely over avoiding thorny situations yet...
The item she folded was set in its appropriate stack before her gaze shifted aside, taking note of where it was Glenn was going. She had a good idea of why he was looking there, as the posters and figurines had been a permanent fixture any other time he had come over. Even she thought the place looked ... wrong without them, in a way. Grinning in an almost rueful manner, she picked up another item to fold. A shirt, this time. "I was surprised when I heard." Carley was assuming he had heard the news too.
"Heard what? Something about Crimson Flash?" He turned his head and craned it a bit, to ensure he could see Carley and her reaction better.
The grin faded somewhat, before she finally nodded. "Yeah. I heard who he was. Or is.. I didn't get many details. Somethin' happened at the inn, apparently." She waved her hand in a dismissive manner before hefting some clothes in her bag, a little rougher this time with little care for wrinkling it.
"I never met him." Glenn's reaction was equally indifferent, a shrug of his shoulders as he turned away from the empty walls. That wasn't what was important to him right now anyways. He set the half-empty glass and package of crackers on the kitchen counter, before heading closer to the bed. He peered in at her packing. "I guess you've got things handled pretty well."
"I wouldn't be sure of that..." She muttered the words, before glancing back to the clothing and bag. "Well I'm not packin' much. If I'm gonna be travelin' I don't want to have to carry a lot of junk around."
"Any ideas where you're going? Besides Cadentia..." He rubbed one of his feet against the back of his other leg. He was either itching or fidgeting, and knowing Glenn, it was probably the latter of the two.
Turning to better face Glenn, Carley leaned against the edge of the bed. "I was thinkin' I'd go to Aviana. I've never been there before, but I've heard all sorts of things about it from Cythia, and she really seemed fond of the place." She held her hand up, as if to indicate a tall person. "It's real high up, in the mountains."
"Like Yasuo?" Glenn let his foot rest on the floor, scuffing it along the carpeting for a second. "I'd never seen mountains, before I came here. I've still never seen a desert, either. All I've seen is forests and farmlands and cities, I guess. Kind of boring, I guess."
"Yeah, except I think it's even higher than that? And to get there, you have to go through a magic forest or somethin'..." She obviously wasn't clear on the details, so she shook her head and moved on. "I like forests the best, they're probably the least boring." Carley grinned up at Glenn. "Deserts aren't terrible, but when you're deep in there, all ya gotta do is picture sand everywhere, and that's what it's like. Just sand. And it's really hot, so yer just miserable."
"Yeah. I think I like forests best, even if I've never been to deserts and haven't been to too many mountains. There was lots of neat things in the forests near where I lived. I miss some of that." Glenn looked away for a second, though he could still clearly be seen tapping an index finger against his forehead. Turning slightly so that he was in profile to her view, he let the words tumble out of his mouth. "I'mreallygonnamissyou."
Glenn had put in a full day of work that day, but even he wasn't so clueless or stupid as to keep working beyond usual business hours. Even if Sundays weren't a typical business day. He had cleaned up a little before going, but it was still quite clear that he had been working. Bathing in the glen's lake couldn't entirely remove the smell of varnish from his skin (and neither could the Jenli cologne he dabbed on his cheeks), and he hadn't bothered to change into nicer clothes. So he began the long walk to the WestEnd and Econ-Omni apartments dressed simply, as usual, in a white t-shirt with intermittent smudges of light brown on it, brown carpenter's trousers that better hid similar stains, and those old worn-out work boots. They seemed like they were almost on their last legs, squeaking something awful with every footstep he made, and garnering him more than a few curious looks from passers-by as he went through the city. Once he was into the less well-to-do neighborhoods of RhyDin and the WestEnd, the looks ceased. He made it to the street corner that the Econ-Omni sat on and entered through the lobby, heading up the steps and towards Apartment 14. Once there, he knocked on the door and waited patiently.
Carley had been packing for her trip tomorrow, as she had waited to the last minute to do so, naturally. She was traveling light, however, so there really wasn't a need to have packed a good amount of time in advance. Articles of clothing- shirts, shorts, underwear, and socks- were folded neatly and set out across her bed, near the open bag she was likely about to stuff it all in. When she heard the knock at the door, a pointed ear twitched before she leveled a scowl in that direction, underwear she had been folding dropped on top of the bed. "Lumji..."
Muttering a few unladylike things beneath her breath, she shook her head as she started towards the door, then reached up to undo the assortment of locks and chains. "Yer a real piece of work, you know that? I told ya I'd pay you tomorrow before I left, so ya don't have to worry about a late payment." As the last lock was undone, she opened up the door to level her scowl at the one there, but it faded immediately when she saw just who it was. "Oh!" There was a touch of pink to her cheeks, as embarrassment settled in. Not even just because of that, but because of her attire- a bright blue t-shirt with a cartoon-like frog's face on the front, and dark blue shorts that were a bit shorter than anything she'd ever wear in public. She gave a tug to the bottom of her shirt, then directed her cutest smile up at the carpenter.
The corner of one of his lips twitched a little, in amusement, before he managed to stifle the laughter at the angry words he thought he'd overheard and the scowl that had quickly vanished from her face. After a while, though, Glenn couldn't help but smile back. Leaning down to brush aside any blonde bangs that might've been in the way, he pressed his lips against Carley's forehead. "Busy packing?" He leaned back, looking over her and into the apartment.
She'd been packing indeed, as he'd likely be able to tell by the evidence on her bed. Aside from that, her apartment was pretty much the same as always, save for one very big difference. The lack of Crimson Flash paraphernalia. There were places on the dull brown walls a little lighter than the rest where posters once hung. Shelves that used to be full of the crimson figurines were now strangely sparse. "Yah huh!" Carley grinned, pulling a 180 in terms of demeanor when he kissed her forehead. "I gotta wake up real early so I'd rather pack now instead of waitin'." She stepped aside, pulling the door open further to allow him entrance to her apartment.
He stepped inside, boots squeaking all the while. His jade eyes swept over the interior of the apartment quickly. It was mostly the same, except (of course) for the stacks of clothing and travel bag. And the missing Crimson Flash things. He didn't say anything about that, but his eyes lingered on that section of the room just a touch longer than the rest of the apartment, before snapping back to Carley. "Do you need any help with that?" Glenn asked, pointing towards the bed.
"Yeah, sure, if ya want?" It was almost absently spoken, as the little elf shut the door, and secured the chain. The rest of the locks were untouched, at least, so she wasn't quite that paranoid. With a glance over her shoulder, she smiled to Glenn again. "Will you excuse me a minute?" She didn't await response, however, before moving towards the opposite side of the apartment to meander in the bathroom and shut the door.
Even as she was walking away, Glenn replied. "Sure.." He took that opportunity to untie the laces and slip off his work boots, revealing plain white crew socks. Despite the open invitation to help with packing, Glenn decided to wait until she was back from the bathroom to actually assist her. So...he stood there. It wasn't too long after Carley had exited that Glenn was pulling his necklace out from underneath his t-shirt and fidgeting idly with the arrowheads attached to the hemp cord. He closed his eyes and let the clacking sooth him, occupy his time.
Carley wasn't gone for too long, before she the door opened and she stepped back out, her attire a little different. Her shirt was a very pale blue, plain, but lacked any sort of 'cutesy' design on it. It was also inside out, but she hadn't realized that in her haste to switch clothes. Shorts were changed too, to a dark blue, and a little longer than the previous pair. "Did ya want somethin' to eat or drink?" She shut the door behind her, before fidgeting in place.
"Water's fine." Rumble, rumble, went the carpenter's stomach, although he seemed intent on ignoring the noises of hunger coming from it. His cheeks were tinted rose for a second, but he was able to get the words out without any pause. "Lle maa quel." Of course, once he was done speaking them, he quickly and shyly turned his head away. He was better at being timid than being honest.
She grinned, somewhat crookedly, at that. "Diola lle. Amin vithel.." Turning to head in the kitchen, she hummed quietly to herself as she ambled about in there. First to get a glass of water, and because she was a very astute girlfriend (who forgot to go food shopping recently), a pack of crackers. Rejoining Glenn in the living room/bedroom, both items were offered over as she sniffed at the air in a not so discreet way.
He responded in kind, his elvish only slightly flat. "Diola lle." He took the glass in one hand, crackers in the other, and started to nibble on the latter idly. He watched her smelling the air, but said nothing immediately. After all, it was impolite to talk with food in one's mouth.
She smiled faintly, catching the scent of Jenli cologne, but it wasn't the only scent she had picked up... "Ya worked today." Spoken as fact, rather than a question. She seemed to think on it a brief moment, but didn't comment further. Heading towards her bed, she picked up a small stack of clothes to stick in her bag, then picked up an article of clothing to fold.
His lips twisted again, this time into a grimace, but he didn't dodge the issue or circle around it, like he might've before. "I did..." he softly confessed, before turning his attention to the empty spaces on the wall where Crimson Flash's posters used to hang. He headed in that direction, not really sure what he was going to do or if he was even going to say anything about it. Well, he wasn't quite entirely over avoiding thorny situations yet...
The item she folded was set in its appropriate stack before her gaze shifted aside, taking note of where it was Glenn was going. She had a good idea of why he was looking there, as the posters and figurines had been a permanent fixture any other time he had come over. Even she thought the place looked ... wrong without them, in a way. Grinning in an almost rueful manner, she picked up another item to fold. A shirt, this time. "I was surprised when I heard." Carley was assuming he had heard the news too.
"Heard what? Something about Crimson Flash?" He turned his head and craned it a bit, to ensure he could see Carley and her reaction better.
The grin faded somewhat, before she finally nodded. "Yeah. I heard who he was. Or is.. I didn't get many details. Somethin' happened at the inn, apparently." She waved her hand in a dismissive manner before hefting some clothes in her bag, a little rougher this time with little care for wrinkling it.
"I never met him." Glenn's reaction was equally indifferent, a shrug of his shoulders as he turned away from the empty walls. That wasn't what was important to him right now anyways. He set the half-empty glass and package of crackers on the kitchen counter, before heading closer to the bed. He peered in at her packing. "I guess you've got things handled pretty well."
"I wouldn't be sure of that..." She muttered the words, before glancing back to the clothing and bag. "Well I'm not packin' much. If I'm gonna be travelin' I don't want to have to carry a lot of junk around."
"Any ideas where you're going? Besides Cadentia..." He rubbed one of his feet against the back of his other leg. He was either itching or fidgeting, and knowing Glenn, it was probably the latter of the two.
Turning to better face Glenn, Carley leaned against the edge of the bed. "I was thinkin' I'd go to Aviana. I've never been there before, but I've heard all sorts of things about it from Cythia, and she really seemed fond of the place." She held her hand up, as if to indicate a tall person. "It's real high up, in the mountains."
"Like Yasuo?" Glenn let his foot rest on the floor, scuffing it along the carpeting for a second. "I'd never seen mountains, before I came here. I've still never seen a desert, either. All I've seen is forests and farmlands and cities, I guess. Kind of boring, I guess."
"Yeah, except I think it's even higher than that? And to get there, you have to go through a magic forest or somethin'..." She obviously wasn't clear on the details, so she shook her head and moved on. "I like forests the best, they're probably the least boring." Carley grinned up at Glenn. "Deserts aren't terrible, but when you're deep in there, all ya gotta do is picture sand everywhere, and that's what it's like. Just sand. And it's really hot, so yer just miserable."
"Yeah. I think I like forests best, even if I've never been to deserts and haven't been to too many mountains. There was lots of neat things in the forests near where I lived. I miss some of that." Glenn looked away for a second, though he could still clearly be seen tapping an index finger against his forehead. Turning slightly so that he was in profile to her view, he let the words tumble out of his mouth. "I'mreallygonnamissyou."