[ Matt is having similar thoughts, as it happens. He doesn't blame people for remarking on his hand--its absence is hard to miss--but he doesn't particularly enjoy the conversations that follow, so he's been trying not to have them. He hopes Howl will understand why he did what he did, but he can't count on it, and the uncertainty roils in his gut. Still. He can't (and doesn't want to) avoid the wizard forever.
Matt names a tavern that, in his experience, is upscale and fairly quiet. It's actually attached to one of the spas outside the Citadel. If they're going to have awkward conversations, they may as well do it where the atmosphere is pleasant and they won't have to yell. ]
Tonight? Maybe ten?
[ When ten rolls around, Matt's tucked into a corner booth with a drink already in hand. His alcohol and drug consumption is higher in Horos than it was back home, and since losing his hand, that figure has only grown. He wore his moth-wing mask to get here, and his omnipresent purple scarf to hide his shard, but now both are lying on the seat beside him.
He pauses to initiate communion again, just to send Howl an image of where he's sitting. ]
communion > action!
Matt names a tavern that, in his experience, is upscale and fairly quiet. It's actually attached to one of the spas outside the Citadel. If they're going to have awkward conversations, they may as well do it where the atmosphere is pleasant and they won't have to yell. ]
Tonight? Maybe ten?
[ When ten rolls around, Matt's tucked into a corner booth with a drink already in hand. His alcohol and drug consumption is higher in Horos than it was back home, and since losing his hand, that figure has only grown. He wore his moth-wing mask to get here, and his omnipresent purple scarf to hide his shard, but now both are lying on the seat beside him.
He pauses to initiate communion again, just to send Howl an image of where he's sitting. ]