[closed] Nothing's what it seems to be, I'm a replica, I'm a replica.

[amberdrake]

Who: Amberdrake, Genjo Sanzo
What: Stuff and things.
Where: Drake and Sanzo's current place in Ludmead.
When: Today.
Notes: --
Warnings: --

Braving the trains and then giving massage all day every day one right after the next like he's some kind of massage factory is taking its toll on Drake. He hasn't been sleeping well, despite his excellent company at night, and his reaction time has slowed down juuuust a hair.

Just enough for him to be home during the late afternoon, for once, sitting at the tiny dining table with his head in his hand and an ice pack held against his eye.

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[amberdrake]

"It goes on and on here, too," Drake notes, "but it's covered in the fog." So yeah, no, he doesn't want to live right up against it like he has for the last decade on his own world, thanks!

He sets the ice pack aside so he can warm his hand back up with the tea cup. The swelling is pretty much gone, but the color is pretty intense.

"I'd be quite happy to live somewhere you find familiar, regardless," Drake adds, because of course he's curious about such things, and it pleases him to see Sanzo somewhere he can perhaps relax, if only a bit. "I've been saving money since I started working," so it shouldn't take long to get the place, particularly if it isn't massively huge.