[A brisk little knock at the door is the only warning heralding a rather dramatic entrance. Zero whisks into the bar clad in all white, a silk dress and a luscious fur coat, the collar sitting just above his elbows. He looks harried, his braid a ragged mess and the dark bags under his eyes made far more noticeable by his pale blue skin. Bloodshot veins show prominently through pale irises, lending his entire eye a red tint.]
“Fallow, darling, it has been far too long!”
[Sitting himself on a barstool and propping one elbow on the bar, he directs his attention to Fallow’s prosthetics, speaking directly to the Nightjaw contained within.]
“You as well, my dear, Ashana sends her regards. Snacks rather thoroughly slipped my mind, I do apologize.”
[Carding a hand through his hair and managing to prick himself on barbed wire, Zero turns his attention back to Fallow xerself, a toothy grin only highlighting the strain in his expressions.]
“Thank you, darling, I do rather need this. You know how things seem to go to pieces the moment they start looking up. I certainly hope your week has been better than mine.”
>//Zero's sudden introduction to the otherwise silent bar gives Fallow a start, even if xe was expecting him. The haggard state of his attire— especially his hair— prompts a sideways glance and a slight twitch of Fallow's brow, but that response is quickly stifled and replaced with a bittersweet smile. Xyr deep-set eyes barely move when xe emotes, despite Fallow's best efforts towards the contrary; Unfortunately, the sort of exhaustion xe grapples with never truly abates.
>//As Zero claims a seat, Fallow moves to select the bottle she had clearly set aside. The label boasts some rather well-accredited brand; The cap remains tight in place, and the seal unbroken. With a hum, Fallow presents Zero with the bottle in its entirety and an empty glass.
>"Please, Zero, this is the most interesting thing to happen to me in months." There's some hyperbole evident in her voice. Fallow's spoken tone takes up a hint of Zero's accent; A slight curl in the way she enunciates, little else. "I didn't even have to clear the place out before you arrived; It was this empty well before anyone caught wind of your appearance."
>//The ever-present sound of Fallow's Nightjaw reaches a crescendo as the two pilots speak. Nanites buzz and ripple along the surface of Fallow's prosthetic arms— which she dutifully keeps well above the counter— as though attempting to get a better look at Zero. An earnest smile plays on Fallow's face as her dearheart leaps at the opportunity to greet a familiar voice.
>"Now, before we get too comfortable- let me get you something to cut that. What do you prefer? Soda, lemonade, powder mixes?"
