[ Text ] un: Eugene

[pureed]

Is there anyone that knows how to make a good smoothie or otherwise food of that consistency?

If so, would you be willing to teach me?

Comments

[pureed]

I can come to yours. It's fine!

action or log?

[depressiveoptimist]

Sounds good to me. Any time is okay, really.

[He sends directions to his place.]

I was going to wait until I did my open log but that might be a while

[pureed]

[ Eugene sends a thank you message and he's straightening up his appearance as much as he can before he leaves his room and heads to Kieren's. He's a little apprehensive -- not because of the other really but after all of his experiences maybe he's just not used to people being genuinely nice to him anymore.

When he's outside of the other's door he hesitates -- not very long -- before knocking on the door. He supposes that his appearance -- or more specifically, his face doesn't matter much to someone if they're dead...undead...what exactly did that mean? In any case, he figures maybe that makes his face a little less weird. ]

no worries :D

[depressiveoptimist]

[Luckily, Kieren already had some fruit and stuff in his place for when people came over. Not that many people came over, but he tried to have stuff around incase people did. Which meant he didn't have to run out and grab stuff before Eugene showed up.

Really, his face didn't bother him; he'd like to know what happened, but he wasn't one to ask--that was a story that would come after they got to know each other a bit better, probably. Besides, people can't help their appearance; where he came from, PDS suffers had to deal with whatever scars were left on them when they died, and sometimes it was bad--Rick's injuries weren't that great, after all.

Hearing the door, Kieren opened it, giving Eugene a small smile.]

Hey--make it over here okay?

[He gestures for him to come in.]