Evening Visit

[evillurks]

The ordinarily spartan apartment is showing the signs of being inhabited by a man of limited mobility. It is not that The Shadow isn't capable of going up the hall to sleep in the bedroom, it's simply that he can't be bothered. Ever since leaving the Clinics, around the clock, his life has centered around the sofa and coffee table, and the kitchen. He is too fastidious not to put his dirty dishes in the sink, but papers have accumulated around his living room workstation until it forms a small disaster area. The PINpoint is central to the chaos, reading glasses tossed haphazardly beside it. Pens and pencils are scattered on the table and floor.

The Shadow himself is dressed in t-shirt and slacks, and looks comparatively put together apart from being sans shoes. He is attempting to gather the papers into some semblance of order as Myra arrives.

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[myra-reldon.livejournal.com]

It would be a good opportunity to free him from the walls of the apartment, hopefully without any incident. A walk shouldn't hurt him, she hopes.

"A walk and some air should be good for both of us." She shifts, the thought making her realize the apartment feels just a touch stuffy at the moment, most likely from drinking the hot tea. She hasn't seen daylight herself for a couple weeks again, as she's mostly been moving at night to help avoid any trackers while she's been moving out of her apartment. "It'll give me time to do some research and a quick trip to the Nexus so I don't look too out of place."

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

It may be a slower walk than he'd like, and more riding in cabs or possibly driving himself, but it will put them both free of four walls.

The clausterphobia of the place she's sensing just may in some way be coming from him. It's a very spacious place, but the huge picture window that overlooks the city is of the sort that doesn't open, and the blinds are drawn for the night. No space is big enough to contain him comfortably for long, when he's used to moving freely about the city and from one apartment to another. The Shadow is feeling very thoroughly caged, and with restless mental powers, what The Shadow feels tends to rub off on those around him.

"Oh yes." He looks her over appraisingly. "Jeans would be fine, or slacks... or a dress, but it'd have to be a modern one. And you don't want to see how short the skirts go these days." In so many ways he has moved with the times, but that comment marks him as a very old-fashioned man indeed. "What time, tomorrow?" Should she look closely, although he tends to discourage that, he has not slept for a while. At least half a night's sleep might be in order for them both, first.

[myra-reldon.livejournal.com]

"How does 9AM sound?" Most shops open around then back home, she imagines they either open earlier or never close. Myra would probably love the novelty of a 24hr Corner Convenience store. She does the math and it's not too late, it allows at least a good night's sleep and then some if one went to bed promptly. Making a quick hop to the Nexus would hopefully only eat up a few precious hours of sleep, but she'd learned the stores there hardly ever closed, and the library was always open.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

The Shadow has not gone to be promptly since he was ten years old, but his injury has been forcing him to catch sleep at fairly regular intervals. There is nothing like mild oxygen deprivation for wearing one out. He nods, and reaches for the PINpoint as it softly beeps. His earlier fit of anger has passed, or at least been forcibly stifled, and he seems himself again. "I'll be ready, and you can come here. If anyone asks, I'll say you're a niece or something..." His tone is mildly distracted as he reads the text across the PINpoint's screen, but once he has read it he merely puts the device aside again. Burbank's informational reports come in fits and spurts, feeding him in pieces what would ordinarily be saved for a batch report over the phone.

[myra-reldon.livejournal.com]

Myra nods and as he picks up the PINpoint, she fetches her emptied cup, leaving the remainder of the teapot for The Shadow to finish. She washes the cup and then puts it back in its cupboard before picking up her teacake and watching him from just inside the kitchen area.

"I'll only be keeping us up later, and I have some errands to run." She gives a small smile as she returns to the coffee table and picks up her own PINpoint. "I'll message you in the morning, right before I come over."

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

((I'm sorry, I quite literally fell offline and it wouldn't let me back on, last night.))

He notes her bustling about in preparation to leave with mixed feelings. It's been so good to just visit, to speak to someone outside his own mind and sort out a detail that's been preying on his mind. On the other hand, it's been a while since he slept, at least by his body's current demands. His work is not quite wrapped up for the evening yet, either.

"You know my hours." He waves a hand, and smiles very faintly. "But good night, and I'll see you in the morning, Miss Menz."

[myra-reldon.livejournal.com]

((No worries, I had not anticipated being away from the computer tonight.))

"I'll be seeing you in the morning, Chief." With a gentle smile, she activated the PINpoint and returned home long enough to drop of her teacake.