[ After K's first invitation went awry and somehow landed in Maul's inbox, the android made sure to send another to its intended recipient and confirm it was received. He isn't wholly expecting Savage to want to take him up on it, especially if Maul ended up mercilessly teasing his brother as K suspects — so it comes as a welcome surprise when he spots Savage's hulking form shouldering through the doorway of the tavern late one evening.
It's nearing the end of his shift. He would have already started closing if not for the several scattered patrons still nursing their drinks and finishing their meals, though they'll be filtering out soon enough. They're a calm lot now, fortunately, and mostly keep to themselves and their own quiet conversations, though a few glance up to warily watch Savage with an air that suggests there may have recently been... a bit of trouble in the tavern.
K is stood behind the bar, clad in his usual work attire: a nice dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbow and an impeccably tied cravat at the neck, an embroidered waistcoat, and slacks, all in the fashion of Trench. Spots of diluted blood (and not his own, which crystalises) stain one sleeve, the only physical evidence that remains of the earlier commotion. His straight posture and easy smile belie his tiredness, one less physical than last month's exhaustion and more mental — he's been plagued by worries since Peter's cocooning and all the complications that have followed. ]
You came. [ He offers by way of greeting as Savage approaches, sounding pleased. ] It's good to see you. I hope you didn't have too much trouble getting here... [ What with the shifting streets and architecture and the return of the zealots. All of that, too, has been a source of worry for K. Though with the Roost's Lamp Location being right across the street, it's easy enough to reach directly via lamp travel. ]
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November at the Roost [action]
It's nearing the end of his shift. He would have already started closing if not for the several scattered patrons still nursing their drinks and finishing their meals, though they'll be filtering out soon enough. They're a calm lot now, fortunately, and mostly keep to themselves and their own quiet conversations, though a few glance up to warily watch Savage with an air that suggests there may have recently been... a bit of trouble in the tavern.
K is stood behind the bar, clad in his usual work attire: a nice dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbow and an impeccably tied cravat at the neck, an embroidered waistcoat, and slacks, all in the fashion of Trench. Spots of diluted blood (and not his own, which crystalises) stain one sleeve, the only physical evidence that remains of the earlier commotion. His straight posture and easy smile belie his tiredness, one less physical than last month's exhaustion and more mental — he's been plagued by worries since Peter's cocooning and all the complications that have followed. ]
You came. [ He offers by way of greeting as Savage approaches, sounding pleased. ] It's good to see you. I hope you didn't have too much trouble getting here... [ What with the shifting streets and architecture and the return of the zealots. All of that, too, has been a source of worry for K. Though with the Roost's Lamp Location being right across the street, it's easy enough to reach directly via lamp travel. ]