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capeandcowllogs2011-05-16 11:29 pm
livesarock) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-05-16 11:29 pm
Entry tags:
being social, staying in touch, MADE OF ROCKS
WHO: Cass Cain and Zelgadis
WHERE: DOJO
WHEN: 5/17 daytime sure!
WARNINGS: THE WASTELANDS OF MY SOULLll oh. well no. just my bad writing.
SUMMARY: HEY STOP BY THE DOJO SOMETIME yeah sure i'll do that SIX BILLION YEARS LATER.....
FORMAT: No
It was actually only a coincidence he was even in the area, reminded of a kind-of promise to drop by. The guilt sank in pretty quickly upon recollection, and whatever it was he had intended to do out that way was put aside in favor of wavering on the street, fighting himself over what to do to fix all that. It might've just been better to pass on by and drop out of memory, he figured. Why saddle one more person with his problems? It wasn't working out for anyone else.
But-- wait. Was that what he'd done in the past? The worst he could recall as far as causing Cassandra grief was a horrible memory - a mistake anyone, cursed or otherwise, could've made. It was mostly sparring and quiet conversation, wasn't it?
Not that...he was at all able to do the former anymore. Not without hurting her.
He had to at least explain that much, didn't he? That was fair. Otherwise, he was just another rude nobody passing in and out of her life. And he really didn't want to estrange himself from anymore maybe-friends, cursed or no.
So he sucked it up and went up to the dojo, hooded and stepping uncertainly partway in, rapping knuckles on the frame of the door.
WHERE: DOJO
WHEN: 5/17 daytime sure!
WARNINGS: THE WASTELANDS OF MY SOULLll oh. well no. just my bad writing.
SUMMARY: HEY STOP BY THE DOJO SOMETIME yeah sure i'll do that SIX BILLION YEARS LATER.....
FORMAT: No
It was actually only a coincidence he was even in the area, reminded of a kind-of promise to drop by. The guilt sank in pretty quickly upon recollection, and whatever it was he had intended to do out that way was put aside in favor of wavering on the street, fighting himself over what to do to fix all that. It might've just been better to pass on by and drop out of memory, he figured. Why saddle one more person with his problems? It wasn't working out for anyone else.
But-- wait. Was that what he'd done in the past? The worst he could recall as far as causing Cassandra grief was a horrible memory - a mistake anyone, cursed or otherwise, could've made. It was mostly sparring and quiet conversation, wasn't it?
Not that...he was at all able to do the former anymore. Not without hurting her.
He had to at least explain that much, didn't he? That was fair. Otherwise, he was just another rude nobody passing in and out of her life. And he really didn't want to estrange himself from anymore maybe-friends, cursed or no.
So he sucked it up and went up to the dojo, hooded and stepping uncertainly partway in, rapping knuckles on the frame of the door.