It's almost a shame that Rowan's nanites are still functional and working, when it would be useful to show her a scar or two from a blade wielded by a gingerbread man. As it stands, he doesn't have anything to argue with her that it's true.
Except...
He spins on his heel and looks at the stream of people moving around them. He nods at someone up ahead, someone who's come into that cafe Rowan likes more than a few times. He knows his name, knows what he does, but they're not friends. Still, he gives him a greeting like he would any other day.
"Hey, man, my friend's new." Mild discomfort flashes across the other man's face, but Rowan continues on so quickly that it disappears easily.
"Tell her what happened at Kagura. On New Year's."
"Aw, man." He chuckles as though this is old news (it is) and nothing to be concerned about (it is). "Killer cookies. Crazy, right?"
"Right," Rowan says with his own matching chuckle. Totally normal stuff here.
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Date: 2019-04-11 11:09 pm (UTC)From:Except...
He spins on his heel and looks at the stream of people moving around them. He nods at someone up ahead, someone who's come into that cafe Rowan likes more than a few times. He knows his name, knows what he does, but they're not friends. Still, he gives him a greeting like he would any other day.
"Hey, man, my friend's new." Mild discomfort flashes across the other man's face, but Rowan continues on so quickly that it disappears easily.
"Tell her what happened at Kagura. On New Year's."
"Aw, man." He chuckles as though this is old news (it is) and nothing to be concerned about (it is). "Killer cookies. Crazy, right?"
"Right," Rowan says with his own matching chuckle. Totally normal stuff here.
"See you around."