[The bottom floor bar/club situation might be iffy on one of the more unflattering nights, but what such establishment doesn’t have an evening with a fight breaking out, or patrons getting kicked to the literal curb after having too much to drink? Today is far more tame than that, it’s only the bustling noise of an active crowd and the constant footsteps of people entering and exiting.
And from the third floor, where the androids’ apartment is located, is moderately detached enough that the clamor is only subtle, ambient noise. Such is the case when Markus swings open the door to meet Fitz, dressed in an airy, short-sleeved button down in earthen tones, and perfectly-fitted, faded jeans. Black sneakers with crisp contour lines, not a single scuff on them. A simple outfit — the summer doesn’t allow for anything layered, especially if they’ll be walking about — but he looks put-together in a way that implies everything, as always, is quite purposefully chosen.
Looking sharp is also helped by the fact that his own bruises, once marring his face, have faded. Even the signs of a once-busted lip is a faint, barely-there thing.]
Fitz. You made it.
[Not that he expected otherwise. An unassuming once-over, observing the state of the other man; looking like he’s just come from work, certainly.]
Want to come in for a little, or are you ready to get started? We have a journey ahead of us.
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And from the third floor, where the androids’ apartment is located, is moderately detached enough that the clamor is only subtle, ambient noise. Such is the case when Markus swings open the door to meet Fitz, dressed in an airy, short-sleeved button down in earthen tones, and perfectly-fitted, faded jeans. Black sneakers with crisp contour lines, not a single scuff on them. A simple outfit — the summer doesn’t allow for anything layered, especially if they’ll be walking about — but he looks put-together in a way that implies everything, as always, is quite purposefully chosen.
Looking sharp is also helped by the fact that his own bruises, once marring his face, have faded. Even the signs of a once-busted lip is a faint, barely-there thing.]
Fitz. You made it.
[Not that he expected otherwise. An unassuming once-over, observing the state of the other man; looking like he’s just come from work, certainly.]
Want to come in for a little, or are you ready to get started? We have a journey ahead of us.
[He’s joking.
It’s true.]