It’d been a long time coming, and Meidel knew he was in need of some .. Healing, if not advice, from a certain blueblood. Things were progressing wonderfully with Boogie.
And on a steady downhill roll with Ami. This troubled him more than anything, aware that the seadweller held more cards in his hands than he was aware of.
The itch of a memory–
He popped through the transportalizer in his expected glam of bells and whistles, hardly needing to keep his presence hidden. All the better if the pair was getting frisky– And my, oh my, did it seem as though they were..
“Arly?” he called, jumping from the sight upstairs in search for his friend. “Honey, you hive~” Curious…