voice » id: nightingale

[ettersberg]

Good day. ( nightingale's tone is pleasant and polite, his accent the kind you'd hear from a bbc newscaster. ) I seem to have acquired a pet. Does anyone know how to best care for a sugar glider? ( ordinarily, he'd ask john watson, not because of his medical expertise but because the man seems to have amassed a small army of animals, but john is — unavailable. in stasis.

nightingale isn't going to let himself linger on the loss. )

I would also be thankful for restaurant recommendations in Flona Cove.

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[ettersberg]

( nightingale never got the chance to figure out what the unnamed thing between john and him was, what it could have been. friendship and sex, certainly, but beyond that — maybe more. now it won't be. john is still alive, if in stasis, so this is a loss more reminiscent to his fellow wizards breaking their staves than to those he had lost on the battlefield or to injury later. it is still a loss nonetheless.

but dorian is doing an excellent job of distracting him from it, and nightingale has always excelled at compartmentalisation. after a moment, he smiles back at dorian, though his own expression remains a little more reserved. outgoing simply is not part of his nature. )

I'm sure I'll be able to adapt.

( he hadn't known, no. he might have had an inkling, though, and he'd certainly possessed and still possesses the willingness to find out where this leads. following dorian into the crowded place is an easy first step to take, especially with dorian's hand on his arm. )