chrysanthemums || steven + riley
Steven turned to acknowledge the tap on his shoulder, sliding his pokénav shut and slipping it into his pockets in one smooth motion at the same time. He faced Riley, and nodded.
"Good to see you in person," said Steven, extending a hand to Riley in greeting. "How’s your hand?"
Riley hadn’t mentioned anything about it, but Steven was still mildly concerned at the same time. He wouldn’t want it to become a major factor in the Underground — he was not a person who willingly gave others the benefit of the doubt, after all.
Riley lifted up his hand to show Steven, shrugging. The cut had scabbed over pretty quickly and he hadn't saw any point in leaving the bandage on.
"It's fine, doesn't hurt anymore. Thanks for asking, though." he said, shaking the other man's hand. He snorted lightly at Steven's own formality, but went along with it anyway.
"Shall we get going?" he asked, figuring Steven wouldn't want to stick around and make small talk.
