#;pascal threads

The day prior had been a lot of hustle and bustle, and a lot of noise. Probably unfortunate for Hugo, but when someone new moves into the apartments, noise is just the way it goes. If there was any good to come out of it, the move had at least been swift. Pascal had sold a lot of his worldly possessions before moving. They reminded him too much of... What had happened before. The main things he'd needed moved in were his couch and his bed. And a few handful of boxes to boot.

Pascal didn't make it a habit of being late. Especially not for something as important as his first impression on a new planet. But he was still figuring out the transportation systems on this planet. Namely: The Bus.

The Bus was confusing. You had to wait a long time for it, and, sometimes, you ended up on the wrong one! That was the case for Pascal. He'd sat on the same bus for about an hour before the driver had called back and asked him what his stop was. And then, Pascal had had to sit there while the driver laughed and told him that he was going the wrong direction.

So where Pascal should have been early for this meeting, he was, in fact, late.

It happens fast. Pascal is walking slowly, shambling really, towards his apartment. Really, the man needs a cane if he's going to be out and walking around, but he's far too stubborn to accept one.

Pascal offers her a smile, too. It's a little lopsided, as is most of his scarred face, but it's genuine and just a little bit sweet.