herbert and judiel

Who: Judiel and Herbert
When: evening sometime
Where: Tourville somewhere

Judiel felt sort of restless and lonely, though he was supposedly used to being alone by this point in his life. It was just hard, sitting around the apartment, nothing seemed to be keeping his attention for very long. He missed Olivia, and it was a twitchy sort of feeling. It occurred to him around dinnertime that he'd made a promise to check in on Herbert while she was gone. Which he was glad to do. So he tugged a shirt on and walked out of his apartment, locking up behind him out of habit and meandering on down the hall toward their door. Hopefully he wouldn't be interrupting anything. Herbert was a young man, after all, and now had the place to himself. Judi knocked and took a step back, slipping his fingers into his jean pockets.

Who: Herbert and Judiel
Where: Judiel's apartment
When: Early evening

With dinner eaten, a video game or two played-- with Herbert still soundly defeated, though he didn't care at all and lost with a smile-- and duckling surreptitiously fed behind a closed door and then put back to bed, Herbert was faced with Olivia's tupperware of casserole and the promised trip to Judiel's to give it to him. He wasn't sure it wouldn't put him square in the middle of a lover's spat, but he'd promised, and he did kind of want to know how Judiel was doing about it all. And know, if he could subtly sniff it out, whether he really did hate Olivia.

Privately, Herbert doubted it. Hate was strong, and Judiel didn't seem the hate type.

Who: Judiel and Herbert
When: around 8:30ish
Where: the apartments

After a nap on the couch that left a crick in his neck, but the rest of him feeling good, Judiel had reluctantly bid goodbye to Olivia. She had plans, she said, but she'd see him soon and everything. Which was fine and everything, he knew she still had her own life, just ... yeah, it didn't matter. He'd stood around his apartment for a while, looking at work he could be doing. He just didn't really feel like it. Nor did he feel like logging on and dealing with guildies, so there needed to be an alternate plan. So he'd ended up ordering a pizza and waiting for it to arrive, then heading down the hall. Olivia wasn't home, but Herbert probably was. And it was long past time that he officially meet and hang out with the kid. If he wasn't busy, that was. If so, Judi could come up with a Plan C. As it was, he knocked on the door and took a step back, pizza balanced on one hand.