Invitation on the Message Board

[ikissdhimbck]

Sometime after the bar returns to normal — or what passes for normal in Milliways — a note appears on the message board. It's written in a fine, looping pen, on paper embossed with pressed flowers.


Angus Urquhart
of Monadhliath

A wake will be held to honor the passing
of the man most knew as Urquhart
Wednesday, at two o'clock
November the Thirteenth
to continue until dark.

All are invited to attend,
and may bring a bottle of aged whiskey to send off their friend (or foe).
(Should any wish to help with arrangements, inquiries may be left below.)
The wake will be held by the lakeside.
 

Comments

[lifethatisscratched]

Ratonhnhaké:ton's only response is to hug his shins tighter and mumble something into his knees.


Pray tell, is that a blush creepin' up on his cheeks?

(It is.)

[ikissdhimbck]

Aw, bless.

"Now, no need t'be shy."

But she doesn't press in on him, doesn't prod him into moving, doesn't move herself. She lets him make his own decisions.

"What is it, sweetheart?"