[ At the least, her message is received: the status indicates Ace had read it, though no answer arrives for an hour at minimum. As quickly as he'd hashed out the details with Mel, he's gone.
He manages to keep his appointment with her, though. Only a few minutes late, he ambles through the park in the direction of the fountain — looking drawn and tired, but capable of a smile all the same when he spots her. He lifts a hand in greeting, though the effort seems tiring, and presses on as if glad for something else to focus on. With him, a mangled wire cart filled with some additional scraps of metal and one very tall single, hammerpoint-finished locker.
he looms like a hobo...... a himbo hobo... ]
Hey, Miss Mel! Sorry I'm late, I left the stuff I wanted to bring you behind and had to double back for it.
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He manages to keep his appointment with her, though. Only a few minutes late, he ambles through the park in the direction of the fountain — looking drawn and tired, but capable of a smile all the same when he spots her. He lifts a hand in greeting, though the effort seems tiring, and presses on as if glad for something else to focus on. With him, a mangled wire cart filled with some additional scraps of metal and one very tall single, hammerpoint-finished locker.
he looms like a hobo...... a himbo hobo... ]
Hey, Miss Mel! Sorry I'm late, I left the stuff I wanted to bring you behind and had to double back for it.