08-09-2019, 03:59 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby became alarmed as he saw the billows of smoke rise into the air. Has the Pitt come for us? he wondered, scrambling to check out the smoke. Having recently been sick, he wasn’t able to move as quickly as he would’ve liked, and when he arrived, there were already four people around. Oh, it’s the bonfire, he realized as he looked around, feeling no sense of urgency from any of those gathered.
He didn’t think there was any real time to do this. The medic needed to gather supplies for the raid, not to mention the fact that he was probably supposed to be resting. On top of that, his home was not even close to being habitable again, as the place reeked of his prior illness and the plant that made him sick had become even more overgrown. Still, despite all the work that was still to be done, Selby could not force himself to leave, mostly out of his innate sense of manners.
"Thank you for setting this up, Leroy. It looks very nice," he said hoarsely, not quite knowing what to do with himself. Red and Wormwood had both seen him when he had been sick, and the memory made his face grow uncomfortably warm in his shame. Vathmos was a mystery to him, and she seemed scary, so Selby didn’t approach her either. The last time he had seen Leroy properly had been when Arrow died. Wanting to avoid any potential awkwardness, he sat by himself off to the side, watching the fire with faux interest.
He didn’t think there was any real time to do this. The medic needed to gather supplies for the raid, not to mention the fact that he was probably supposed to be resting. On top of that, his home was not even close to being habitable again, as the place reeked of his prior illness and the plant that made him sick had become even more overgrown. Still, despite all the work that was still to be done, Selby could not force himself to leave, mostly out of his innate sense of manners.
"Thank you for setting this up, Leroy. It looks very nice," he said hoarsely, not quite knowing what to do with himself. Red and Wormwood had both seen him when he had been sick, and the memory made his face grow uncomfortably warm in his shame. Vathmos was a mystery to him, and she seemed scary, so Selby didn’t approach her either. The last time he had seen Leroy properly had been when Arrow died. Wanting to avoid any potential awkwardness, he sat by himself off to the side, watching the fire with faux interest.