NPC: Amaya
It was the strangest way to spend a break. Amaya watched curiously as Nox set up his little make-shift kitchen. Furniture was sparse, as it was in many of the rooms upstairs, and she sat on the floor with her back pressed against the wall, brows drawn up in amusement and a small amount of fascination. Not that she could see much of the process of course. Still, it was weird and wonderful. 'You need to come see this.' The message pinged to Raffe, though they hadn't see him on the traipse back through the building. A more demure messaged followed for Carmen, though the office was empty. Not unusual for this time of day, even when the club was in full swing.
The smell made her hungry. Ballet had always required a stringent regime she didn't really adhere to anymore (besides which, the meal was pretty healthy). "Always," she laughed. "There anything you need me to do?" Clearly there was other prep, but he was new, and she didn't want to step on toes -- either by assuming, or by failing to offer.
It was the strangest way to spend a break. Amaya watched curiously as Nox set up his little make-shift kitchen. Furniture was sparse, as it was in many of the rooms upstairs, and she sat on the floor with her back pressed against the wall, brows drawn up in amusement and a small amount of fascination. Not that she could see much of the process of course. Still, it was weird and wonderful. 'You need to come see this.' The message pinged to Raffe, though they hadn't see him on the traipse back through the building. A more demure messaged followed for Carmen, though the office was empty. Not unusual for this time of day, even when the club was in full swing.
The smell made her hungry. Ballet had always required a stringent regime she didn't really adhere to anymore (besides which, the meal was pretty healthy). "Always," she laughed. "There anything you need me to do?" Clearly there was other prep, but he was new, and she didn't want to step on toes -- either by assuming, or by failing to offer.