[august had seen the post that emmrich made on the network. an evening spent staring into his screen, realizing he'd helped clean up the mess someone else had made. the admittance of fault hangs over him, but there's nothing to hold on to anymore. time has passed, the issue is resolved, and nick is back to normal. august hasn't been avoiding emmrich on purpose - the man's been at the back of his mind, an afterthought. the two of them hardly crossed paths to begin with and it had been gale to be the first and last to connect them.
the more recent announcement that alina makes reminds him: they should talk.]
Emmrich, it's August. Can you meet me at the piano bar tonight? Eight o'clock.
[he poses the question as a request, he means for it to sound like a request. it's not really a request. come 8, he's sat in one of the booths facing the door. lucky in the sense he's already gotten the hang of most of the rooms and their routine, he's hoping emmrich doesn't need directions. already nursing a glass of whiskey, he could have been here an hour early or five minutes.]
@september | voicemail/action, post resurrection
the more recent announcement that alina makes reminds him: they should talk.]
Emmrich, it's August. Can you meet me at the piano bar tonight? Eight o'clock.
[he poses the question as a request, he means for it to sound like a request. it's not really a request. come 8, he's sat in one of the booths facing the door. lucky in the sense he's already gotten the hang of most of the rooms and their routine, he's hoping emmrich doesn't need directions. already nursing a glass of whiskey, he could have been here an hour early or five minutes.]