[It's without quite Anders' usual amount of vim and vigor that he claims a seat at table to wait, legs stretched out in front of him in a relaxed pose. He's no spring chicken anymore; the long days and longer nights have taken their toll on his energy levels, though luckily the perks of being spirit healer meant he could magic a little color back into his cheeks after he woke up. (From a sleep free of annoyingly life-like dreams, thank the Maker.)
Better to distract oneself, he always says. It's partly why he wanted to do this. Getting out of his room and fulfilling the terms of Darcy's pet project is a convenient excuse to shove the white Wonderland to the back of his mind.
Ah, speaking of--here's a young fellow entering now. Is this who he's waiting on? Maybe they should've swapped descriptions before essentially agreeing to a blind date...]
Are you Minato, by chance?
[He's the only one in here at the moment, but he lifts his hand in greeting and as a means to get the boy's attention all the same.]
You made it. I'm sure I've seen you around before--I suppose it's time we officially met. I'm Anders. Pleasure.
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Better to distract oneself, he always says. It's partly why he wanted to do this. Getting out of his room and fulfilling the terms of Darcy's pet project is a convenient excuse to shove the white Wonderland to the back of his mind.
Ah, speaking of--here's a young fellow entering now. Is this who he's waiting on? Maybe they should've swapped descriptions before essentially agreeing to a blind date...]
Are you Minato, by chance?
[He's the only one in here at the moment, but he lifts his hand in greeting and as a means to get the boy's attention all the same.]
You made it. I'm sure I've seen you around before--I suppose it's time we officially met. I'm Anders. Pleasure.