[ it's less barren than his own apartment looked shortly after his arrival, which makes it impressive in its own way. truthfully the blood wouldn't have bothered him anymore than mail scattered across a table or a full ashtray — but it would've been harder for him to make himself "at home". already he seems to take the advice with a grain of salt, shoulders pulled tense and frown deepening, but he steps in anyway. ]
[ and hands Dante a beer. it's cold — sweating from his trip, but cold. ]
Yeah.
[ so he dumps his backpack down on a counter and pulls out the containers: pizza dough rising that he tucks near the warm oven, homemade sauce, pepperoni and some veggies all sliced and beautiful, and of course cheese. build-a-bake, delivered to his own door, and Guanshan flours the surface to roll out the crust and begin stacking. ]
[ the strong silent type, but his interest is in stolen, appraising glances from the corner of his eyes as he works. hard to just ignore a fit, shirtless guy. ]
You a... warrior or somethin'? [ ah... the attempt at small talk. ]
no subject
[ and hands Dante a beer. it's cold — sweating from his trip, but cold. ]
Yeah.
[ so he dumps his backpack down on a counter and pulls out the containers: pizza dough rising that he tucks near the warm oven, homemade sauce, pepperoni and some veggies all sliced and beautiful, and of course cheese. build-a-bake, delivered to his own door, and Guanshan flours the surface to roll out the crust and begin stacking. ]
[ the strong silent type, but his interest is in stolen, appraising glances from the corner of his eyes as he works. hard to just ignore a fit, shirtless guy. ]
You a... warrior or somethin'? [ ah... the attempt at small talk. ]