11 ♐ Patience, n. A minor form of dispair, disguised as a virtue

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Who: Darkleer and anyone/everyone
When: Saturday, starting in the morning and lasting far into the night
Where: The plaza
Style: Any, will follow
Status: Open

He wakes up that morning feeling... calm, in a way. No, calm isn't the word. Darkleer isn't quite sure what his feelings are doing, but it isn't something objectionable. It's almost hardly noticeable as he goes about a regular morning minus two adolescent highbloods. And at some point, he finds himself needing to leave the hive on some minor errand, something he could do at a later time but he simply decides to get it out of the way sooner. It brings him towards the area of the plaza...

And in the plaza, by the sprawling mass of the coral Lamufao, he pauses.

In his memories, he recalls someone who would lazily sprawl against him and drawl out things to tease him. He remembers a warm shoulder beneath his palm who'd lean against him now and then. Darkleer remembers other people, people who have never been here but he thinks maybe there's a slim chance they could be...

Deciding that his errand can wait for now- it isn't going anywhere, Darkleer knows- he goes over to one of the benches in the center of the plaza and takes a seat.

That's where he stays the entire day, and well into the night, just watching and waiting. He has a very long life, after all.

A long life and so much patience.

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[shippingmath]

"Yeah." Dirk taps the side of his face with a finger, where his shades would usually rest. Then he crosses his arms. He's not going to take a seat just yet. "But also going for a walk. You don't look like you're in the middle of anything, though."

[aim_exorable]

There's a light nod to show he noticed the lack of shades. Still, not sure if it's his place to ask. If he wants to tell him about it, then he can wait. For now, there's something else for him.

"I'm just waiting. I only had a few things on my metaphorical plate, but they can be pushed back for another day."

[shippingmath]

Eventually, maybe. At some point, he'll probably at least mention that they're in Roxy's possession.

"Waiting for what?"

[aim_exorable]

That's a question he's been getting quite a bit lately. Darkleer answers it with the same calm patient tone he's been using the entire day- a same response for a same question.

"For individuals to come back, or to arrive."

[shippingmath]

"That sounds like trying fate. There's some human saying, 'A watched kettle never boils,' or something like that. You that sure they're going to show up?"

In the back of his head, Dirk is considering the statistics for it already. The numerous connections between people here versus the millions of people in some worlds, and the multitude of worlds represented... it's an interesting set of statistics.