She listened attentively, already surmising this all could make for a good story in the paper. But for Greg's privacy, she will not write that story without his say so, "Well, feel free to come here anytime you wish for a place be safe if you'd like."
"Thank you...uh...What's your name, I'm sorry-"
"Emily." She said, "Sorry, I should have introduced myself earlier!" She said apologetically, "What is you're name?"
"Thank you Emily." He said, "My name's Gregory!" He replied.
She offered to shake his hand, "You're welcome." She smiled, glad to have met such an awesome young man.
He held out his hand and shook her hand in return.
Once done, Gregory turned his attention to the TV screen again, "Nooow, back to playing my game."
"It was so nice to meet you." He added with a warm grin.
Once done, Gregory turned his attention to the TV screen again, "Nooow, back to playing my game."
"It was so nice to meet you." He added with a warm grin.
"It was nice to meet you too!" Emily smiled back and got up, "Enjoy you're game. Nice choice." She approved and then took her leave.
Rory kinda just now woke up... confused..
Superion was sitting nearby eating pumpkin pie with whipped topping. He smiled at Rory before he went back to eating.
Rory got up, and went outside for a jog... a jog should wake her right up!"
He went to the dish pit and started washing, rinsing, and sanitizing the plates since he was running low.
Rory returns!
He started racking the plates over in his finishing and plating station. His face was grimacing as the cosmic-level defender was in a rather sour, malcontented mood.
Rory would peak into the kitchen... "Mathius... was it?"
"Yes....anything I can help with?" He forced the politeness with every molecule of his being
Rory tilted her head.. she didn't know what to ask.. actually it's more likely she forget entirely.. "Oh yeah.. you seemed bothered for a moment but perhaps I was overthinking.." She said "Something about sounding differently.. I'm not sure" she said looking blank as can be..
He forced a grin "I'm okay"
Yup, nothing seems to be going on- instead of Fake Peppino just climbing through the window with a first aid kit. I mean, that's one way to make a entrance, right?-
She nods.. "Ok.. I don't believe you.." she said "I'll be sitting in a booth if you wanna to talk... and I'm free to spar if your up to it.." nah she just wants to fight someone that she thinks she could keep up with for a bit
"The medic's here- or something- ow-" Fake Peppino raised a medkit.. but his body kinda hurts after climbing through the window. Ouch.
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