[Insofar as a premise for a visit between practical strangers goes, yes, this might be one of the more ridiculous. Jury's still out on whether Luocha's even going to actually eat the sandwich, once all is said and done...but somehow, at some point in this idle little exchange, humoring mildly drunken musings on too-perfect sandwiches had turned into something like an opportunity.
An opportunity for what? Well...an opportunity to find out just what might transpire, perhaps, in the company of the Luofu's newest famed ally--outside the bounds of the Express, and any particularly pressing business obligations between either of them. Well, setting aside the business of the newest Trailblazer Courier Services, anyway...for loose definitions of the word...
Either way, the long and short of it is that there's time to spare before Luocha himself needs to proceed with certain affairs. He hasn't been asleep this night anyway. Might just forego it entirely, at this rate...and this little meeting surely might prove just a bit more interesting than idly wandering the slumbering streets of Starskiff Haven, in the interim.
He's been in the lobby for a few minutes before Caelus arrives, actually, though to be fair it's a seat a bit out of the way of the main entrance. Just him, at this hour, his customary coffin absent--even the receptionist usually manning the front desk is currently out on break. ...Luocha knows Caelus has arrived before he even steps through the doors; the thrum of a nearby Stellaron can be somewhat likened to a steady bass frequency heard by very few ears, except it is something more felt than heard. A second pulse that isn't your own. Thin and slow, fast asleep, still no greedy pang of hunger as yet. ...It's really quite impressive, how stable it rests within this vessel. Caelus doesn't seem to know...one wonders if any of the Nameless are actually aware, of the true extent of such a feat. It'll probably always be a fascinating bit of dichotomy to observe, the way this perfectly secured timebomb can roam about such locales as these with nearly all surrounding him none the wiser...
And that's not even yet touching upon the personality the timebomb's already formed for himself, now is it?
Still, Luocha at least has the courtesy to turn his head as if the exact timing of Caelus's arrival is an unanticipated thing anyhow. He stands, as he's approached, customary slight smile settling upon this too-perfect face of his: the kind of smile that's immaculately business pleasant, even in the face of the straight-faced silliness Caelus proceeds to beeline into. (The kind of smile that seemingly makes no note of that ever-so-slightly shortened stride, there...)]
It seems this really was only a warp away for you, wasn't it? That was about thirteen minutes, I'd say--quite impressive, for a first delivery. [The mock-bow is reciprocated with a gracious tip of his head that's a bit too well-executed to quite match the mock sentiment here. But maybe reciprocating just sort of adds to the irreverent energy afoot...and if Luocha's glance lingers down at that shifted leg for just a moment, well--oh, or maybe he was actually just eyeing the offered lunchbox, before reaching to accept it? That's what he's doing about now, anyway.] My thanks to you, for this gift. Something so perfect must still be rather difficult to part with. Hmm, I suppose I ought to at least compensate you for your time...
[But even as he's reaching into an inner pocket of his coat with his free hand, Luocha continues on, with a well-measured lilt of simple idle curiosity:] But I do also have a question for you now...if you'd be receptive to humoring me, before you rush off to your other deliveries?
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An opportunity for what? Well...an opportunity to find out just what might transpire, perhaps, in the company of the Luofu's newest famed ally--outside the bounds of the Express, and any particularly pressing business obligations between either of them. Well, setting aside the business of the newest Trailblazer Courier Services, anyway...for loose definitions of the word...
Either way, the long and short of it is that there's time to spare before Luocha himself needs to proceed with certain affairs. He hasn't been asleep this night anyway. Might just forego it entirely, at this rate...and this little meeting surely might prove just a bit more interesting than idly wandering the slumbering streets of Starskiff Haven, in the interim.
He's been in the lobby for a few minutes before Caelus arrives, actually, though to be fair it's a seat a bit out of the way of the main entrance. Just him, at this hour, his customary coffin absent--even the receptionist usually manning the front desk is currently out on break. ...Luocha knows Caelus has arrived before he even steps through the doors; the thrum of a nearby Stellaron can be somewhat likened to a steady bass frequency heard by very few ears, except it is something more felt than heard. A second pulse that isn't your own. Thin and slow, fast asleep, still no greedy pang of hunger as yet. ...It's really quite impressive, how stable it rests within this vessel. Caelus doesn't seem to know...one wonders if any of the Nameless are actually aware, of the true extent of such a feat. It'll probably always be a fascinating bit of dichotomy to observe, the way this perfectly secured timebomb can roam about such locales as these with nearly all surrounding him none the wiser...
And that's not even yet touching upon the personality the timebomb's already formed for himself, now is it?
Still, Luocha at least has the courtesy to turn his head as if the exact timing of Caelus's arrival is an unanticipated thing anyhow. He stands, as he's approached, customary slight smile settling upon this too-perfect face of his: the kind of smile that's immaculately business pleasant, even in the face of the straight-faced silliness Caelus proceeds to beeline into. (The kind of smile that seemingly makes no note of that ever-so-slightly shortened stride, there...)]
It seems this really was only a warp away for you, wasn't it? That was about thirteen minutes, I'd say--quite impressive, for a first delivery. [The mock-bow is reciprocated with a gracious tip of his head that's a bit too well-executed to quite match the mock sentiment here. But maybe reciprocating just sort of adds to the irreverent energy afoot...and if Luocha's glance lingers down at that shifted leg for just a moment, well--oh, or maybe he was actually just eyeing the offered lunchbox, before reaching to accept it? That's what he's doing about now, anyway.] My thanks to you, for this gift. Something so perfect must still be rather difficult to part with. Hmm, I suppose I ought to at least compensate you for your time...
[But even as he's reaching into an inner pocket of his coat with his free hand, Luocha continues on, with a well-measured lilt of simple idle curiosity:] But I do also have a question for you now...if you'd be receptive to humoring me, before you rush off to your other deliveries?