[Even with giving himself more time, Quentin is running late. Just trying to find his clothes where he dropped them yesterday took forever since his socks had somehow ended up underneath his bed, even if his hoodie had been under Eliot's and Quentin isn't really all that sure that something or someone isn't moving his clothes around while he sleeps.
Underwear gnomes branching out?
But, clothes on and shoes found (in the kitchen, because why the fuck not?) and he has his notebook in one pocket and his tablet in the other, the lantern in hand and now he's hurrying across the grounds and past the dark trees towards the park.
Pixies? Really? Not that that was going to be his first question, but- dude, pixies. Not as if it should come as surprise, with all the different possible worlds they found the fountains for in the Neitherlands. But he's hurrying, not falling over his own feet as he passes the ice cream crab and looks around, slightly winded and looking like he just fell out of bed.
Darkness. Everywhere.
Except for a guy, with amazingly silver hair like the Winter's Doe. Only, shorter and male. And also, no antlers. But still, it shines like a beacon under the pale moonlight and Quentin shuffles over, trying to not greet the guy all panting and too obviously out of shape. He takes a second to pull his black t-shirt and hoodie in to something that resembles an outfit fit of being seen in and shakes out the worst of the creases in his black slacks.]
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Underwear gnomes branching out?
But, clothes on and shoes found (in the kitchen, because why the fuck not?) and he has his notebook in one pocket and his tablet in the other, the lantern in hand and now he's hurrying across the grounds and past the dark trees towards the park.
Pixies? Really? Not that that was going to be his first question, but- dude, pixies. Not as if it should come as surprise, with all the different possible worlds they found the fountains for in the Neitherlands. But he's hurrying, not falling over his own feet as he passes the ice cream crab and looks around, slightly winded and looking like he just fell out of bed.
Darkness. Everywhere.
Except for a guy, with amazingly silver hair like the Winter's Doe. Only, shorter and male. And also, no antlers. But still, it shines like a beacon under the pale moonlight and Quentin shuffles over, trying to not greet the guy all panting and too obviously out of shape. He takes a second to pull his black t-shirt and hoodie in to something that resembles an outfit fit of being seen in and shakes out the worst of the creases in his black slacks.]
Riku?