I am officially up to date on all of my posts.

Posts owed to me from:

vanji-lost x 2 immortalossan lingeringfool imperialjustice

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Omg... so much happened last night. Of course this is what happens the one night I decide to go to bed early. :/

Still waiting on posts from:

Vanjilost immortalossan. lingeringfool

Owed posts to: imperialjustice

It all started with the cold. Early spring still meant early nightfall and early nightfall meant it just got stupidly cold sooner rather than later. Hating the cold and having lists upon lists of reasons to be anywhere but in his apartment (it was colder inside than outside -don't ask how that was possible), Yuri found himself starring at the the window of the tavern. He had found a small amount of cash tucked under a floorboard in his room (read:the ghetto safe) and was in the mood to spend it on food and drink. Question was: how much food and drink could he get for what little cash he had? And that's when eyes the color of a storm fell heavily upon the old man sitting in the corner window spot. Well. Wasn't he a site for sore eyes? Quickly throwing open the heavy door, Yuri skirted about half empty tables before ceremoniously plopping himself in the seat adjacent from Raven without so much as a hello. In fact, he wasn't even really facing him as much as he was facing the bar across the room where the waitress was busing herself with nothing in particular. Yuri flagged her down and once he had her attention and shouted his order, he turned to face his old companion. Because Yuri had priorities. "Hey."