@MyStakeIsPrada Continued from here: https://t.co/DNku4WMjuV
It's the 'Please' which makes him pause. But his eyes hold an indifference he knows he doesn't really feel when he drags his face up to look at her.--
@MyStakeIsPrada catching up.
It's exhausting in a way, but he's used to it by now.
"We need to go underground to get some funds secured. Then we need false papers to travel and we need to book the actual travel with no paper trail or indeed any trail to follow. Uhm…"
His eyes narrow - -
@MyStakeIsPrada --region there always seemed like an interesting place. But there are a large number of unknowns there. But also a lot of sub specific demonic activities. Which the scholar in him is always curious about.
@MyStakeIsPrada --that.
"Tibet is in China. Near India and Nepal, that region. It's ah… quite basic mostly. Not a whole or of modern luxuries I dare say. They probably won't think to look for you there any more than the cornfield."
Tibet and the whole--
@MyStakeIsPrada --going to mention that.
"Have you considered leaving the Colonies?" he asks once again carefully. "Tibet, maybe? Japan, or hide in plain sight and go to England."
Granted, the latter is not what he'd prefer. But if that's where they can--
@MyStakeIsPrada large city. No doubt they have ah… quite some Intel about you and have put a profiler on it to predict your next move. You have to think outside the box I'm afraid."
Ducking his head, he clears his throat as he focuses on his tea and braces himself for her reaction.
@MyStakeIsPrada get her wrath or sharp retort against him once more. That hadn't been a pleasant experience.
"It's also one of the first places the Councils will look for you," Wesley says quietly. Pulling off his glasses, he polishes them as he glances briefly at her.
"Or any other - -
@MyStakeIsPrada pointless smalltalk back in the day.
"Right," he replies without much thought.
"So," he asks instead as he sips his tea. "What are your plans now you've gotten a little rest and have a temporary safe basis from which to move on?"
@MyStakeIsPrada and her instincts are in overdrive. He wishes they still had that easy going friendship they had in Sunnydale, so he could ask and help.
But no, she made that clear to him.
Either way. She was terrible at small talk when nervous. He's quite certain she was very good at - -
@BluntVisionary "Here we are," he murmurs as he makes his way back with two mugs of steaming tea.
"Absolutely not lost and with tea. Have you found anything of import or interest yet?"
@BluntVisionary Humming under his breath, he heads off to make some tea. He scoffs at the electric water boiler he finds. For a moment he wonders how low this dimension's Giles had sunk...only to realize that there really isn't any other way to boil water on the spot.
Perhaps not so bad then.-