Ajay hesitated for a moment. A sigh fell off her lips before she knocked on Octavio's door. ”Silva? Yuh home?” (( ask-che ))
a gaming controller dropped from Octavio's hands as he jumped up after hearing a familiar voice from behind a door. He rushed to open it and looked at the short woman in front of him.
"Hola, amiga!" Octavio greeted her in a bright tone and made some room for her to be able to come inside.
"Come on in. Come on, come on! Oh, but don't step on the grenades", he said while gesturing towards two of them that were just placed on the floor in the most irresponsible way possible.
"Anyway. What's up? Seems like you got something on your mind, chica. Tell me."
@ask-che
After the door opened and Octavio's slim figure peeked outside, Ajay gently thrusted a re–usable mug of warm coffee into his hand.
”Why yuh got grenades lyin' around again...” Ajay muttered as she tried to dodge the grenades while stepping inside. She shut the door behind her. ”Ain't no surprise.”
Why was it so hard to ask Octavio straight if he liked Loba? Ajay tried to think of all the ways possible to drop the question in subtly.
”Hmmh. Was thinkin' about spendin' night over,” Ajay suggested. She put her hands on her hips and glanced around.
”It's been long since we did that, ya know? Would be nice. Though yuh gotta pick 'em grenades up before I start stayin'.”
@ask-octavio
