Crashing headlong into @crimsxnspartan.bsky.social.
She had not been expecting for anybody to round the corner.
“Crimson, briefly.” Once the cup had made a full rotation back to where she had taken the first sip from, she lifted it again and had a second.
“You’re one of few left I’ve actually fought beside.” Her cup was set on the table, and slowly she was rotating it in place. “I suppose I cared more to check up on you than the others”
And with her more tame drink in her hand, she turned to face Richter with a frown. “I’m sorry.”
Tullia stood quietly a moment, frowning and unsure what to say. It was his attitude more than his words which had her concerned. Then, stepping past him and gently nudging his shoulder, she looked across the mess at an empty table. “Come on, let’s go sit.”
She sat across from him, cradling the hot cup in her hands. When hr started to speak, Tullia tilted her head and waited — though after a few seconds of silence, she took the initiative. “Have you been in contact with the others?”
Turning on her heels, Tullia followed just behind. “Any recent deployments?”
“Not as often as I should.” She took as all sip of her coffee. “Haven’t had many opportunities.”
“Still on the pattern of being moved around to whichever team needs a fill-in. So, yeah.”
“The impermanence of it has long been tiring.” Stepping to the machine beside the first, Tullia opted simply for a black coffee.
