[Nyx is as sure as an amnesiac can be that he's never stepped into this place in his life. Something about it made him want to turn back around and go back into actual sunlight, instead of the dancemosphere the roller rink is desperately trying to build. Maybe he's not much for dancing, or maybe he prefers a quieter establishment?
Still, he's been in the hospital for who knew how long, missed at least one of the meetings he vaguely recalls going to, and kinda feels obligated to catch up on how Bucky's been doing since the last (?) time he saw him. Especially on the guy's birthday. (A word that doesn't seem to hold much weight in his head, but he's certain that's the amnesia part kicking him in the ass. It has to be.)
So here he is, walking in a bit late. It had finally cleared up outside, so despite the lingering chill in the air, Nyx had left his coat home and he's a little grateful for it with how warm it seems inside. He spots Bucky and makes his way over, smirking to see him looking just as out of place as Nyx feels.]
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Still, he's been in the hospital for who knew how long, missed at least one of the meetings he vaguely recalls going to, and kinda feels obligated to catch up on how Bucky's been doing since the last (?) time he saw him. Especially on the guy's birthday. (A word that doesn't seem to hold much weight in his head, but he's certain that's the amnesia part kicking him in the ass. It has to be.)
So here he is, walking in a bit late. It had finally cleared up outside, so despite the lingering chill in the air, Nyx had left his coat home and he's a little grateful for it with how warm it seems inside. He spots Bucky and makes his way over, smirking to see him looking just as out of place as Nyx feels.]
Looks like you're having a great day.