"It's too far to walk," I tell him, hedging my bets on that estimate just in case. My idea of what's a "walkable" distance is rather skewed, being a wanderer as I am. I imagine Gotou-chan might be less pleased about a two kilometer walk at this hour. Not that I don't think he could do it; I just know long distances like that tend to be tiresome to folks less accustomed to them.
It's an awkwardly arranged area of town, and I find myself wishing quite strongly for a Ridevendor right about now. Those things were always just around the corner when you needed them most. I've wondered more than once if they didn't actually follow us about like faithful pets.
Aah, but that's in the past, and right now, Gotou-chan and I need a place to rest and eat.
"There's a place I like to go to every once in a while, just around the corner from here." I don't know what sort of mood he's in; honestly, I'm having a hard time reading him right now. But if I'd had two big old information bombs dropped on my head, I know what I'd be wanting right about now.
"I don't know if you're hungry, but they do serve really excellent wheat beer," I offer gently, with a small sheepish smile. If he's got the headache I think he does, he's got only one person to blame for it.
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Date: 2012-10-01 07:08 pm (UTC)It's an awkwardly arranged area of town, and I find myself wishing quite strongly for a Ridevendor right about now. Those things were always just around the corner when you needed them most. I've wondered more than once if they didn't actually follow us about like faithful pets.
Aah, but that's in the past, and right now, Gotou-chan and I need a place to rest and eat.
"There's a place I like to go to every once in a while, just around the corner from here." I don't know what sort of mood he's in; honestly, I'm having a hard time reading him right now. But if I'd had two big old information bombs dropped on my head, I know what I'd be wanting right about now.
"I don't know if you're hungry, but they do serve really excellent wheat beer," I offer gently, with a small sheepish smile. If he's got the headache I think he does, he's got only one person to blame for it.