[ Obediently, Caelus sends over his coordinates. It's a live tracker of sorts, so Aventurine will be able to follow Caelus even though he appears to be actively walking down a street in Penacony at the moment. ]
I left the bar to try and sober up a little
But I can go back in if you want to drink, too
Come whenever you want
[ When Aventurine finds him, Caelus will be — well, not walking, mercifully. He's braced against a balcony railing in the Golden Hour, and to all outward eyes, at least, he looks sober enough.
On the subject of being hot, it's a bit funny; the Trailblazer never seems to notice that he does attract his own share of attention, as there are two women tittering behind him, openly admiring the noble lines of his profile as he gazes blearily out at the nightlife and the scenery below. No one would really notice that he's a bit buzzed; he just seems sort of dreamy and glassy-eyed at the moment, but then, lots of handsome guys are like that. He looks good in an understated way — the way his wrists hang over the railing, the way the lines of his shoulders give way to his long legs as he's standing, weight on one leg while the other is bent at the knee.
But, honestly, he's pretty drunk. As Aventurine comes closer, and Caelus hears his footsteps, he turns his head, a little more slowly than he would if he were sober. He breaks into a smile, one that's softer than usual, lacks all of the usual sharp alertness in his eyes. ]
Aventurine... [ He seems happy, if somewhat bleary. ] You came.
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I left the bar to try and sober up a little
But I can go back in if you want to drink, too
Come whenever you want
[ When Aventurine finds him, Caelus will be — well, not walking, mercifully. He's braced against a balcony railing in the Golden Hour, and to all outward eyes, at least, he looks sober enough.
On the subject of being hot, it's a bit funny; the Trailblazer never seems to notice that he does attract his own share of attention, as there are two women tittering behind him, openly admiring the noble lines of his profile as he gazes blearily out at the nightlife and the scenery below. No one would really notice that he's a bit buzzed; he just seems sort of dreamy and glassy-eyed at the moment, but then, lots of handsome guys are like that. He looks good in an understated way — the way his wrists hang over the railing, the way the lines of his shoulders give way to his long legs as he's standing, weight on one leg while the other is bent at the knee.
But, honestly, he's pretty drunk. As Aventurine comes closer, and Caelus hears his footsteps, he turns his head, a little more slowly than he would if he were sober. He breaks into a smile, one that's softer than usual, lacks all of the usual sharp alertness in his eyes. ]
Aventurine... [ He seems happy, if somewhat bleary. ] You came.