[He'd spent half the morning wondering where the hell he was, and the rest trying to understand why everyone had wings. After the initial shock he realized that people he knew to be fiction were just...loitering about. He'd paused to duck into an alcove and smoke for a bit, mulling this over but...well. What better opportunity to look for- A promise had been made. And if he was ever to see...He shakes this off and wanders into the nearest, and only, bar, fetches himself a whiskey, and peers around until he sees someone familiar.
It most certainly is not who he would expect. He laughs to himself, shakes his head and wanders over, tall, lean, a bit of grey in his hair, bestubbled and almost painfully French. He settles next to Gambit with a salute of his beverage.] Bonjour Homme.
This is your fault I hope you know
It most certainly is not who he would expect. He laughs to himself, shakes his head and wanders over, tall, lean, a bit of grey in his hair, bestubbled and almost painfully French. He settles next to Gambit with a salute of his beverage.] Bonjour Homme.