《 Kennedy 》<br/>Location: Miles' Place<br/>Present: Miles<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>"Thank you, I suppose that sunrise drive I'd been thinking about wasn't really going to happen," Kennedy chuckled softly as he accepted the top-off on his glass and followed Miles to take a seat in what had once been a cozy guest seating area. It was still comfortable and very well kept, but there was an emptiness to and no other guests to obstruct the beautiful view of the orchards and wilderness beyond; only the darkness.<br/><br/>The 'boys' seemed like nice guys, but Kennedy had realized they weren't residents, but instead likely members of what Carla had loosely called the Network in reference to a handful of homesteads and small communities that had set up a system of trading between them. He imagined that perhaps Miles was part of that loose but congenial group, as well.<br/><br/>"Well, met, Miles," he took a seat and raised his glass for an honoring sip. "Although," an appreciative smile played at his friendly features, "if you don't mind me saying, while Miles is unarguably a fantastic name, Ricardo Miles," the name rolled off his tongue with a fine and proper pronunciation, "is just stunning. I'd insist on that if I were you," he chuckled and sipped again acknowledging Miles' question with a light.<br/><br/>"Vacation with friends. Rachel and Tobias, two of the exiles that went with those other two fellas are...were...I'm not sure on the status of that right now...but the three of us came out to Abendblume for a little getaway." His own voicing of the words made him think back on Rachel's extreme reaction to him and what had felt like a complete alienation of his friendship with her. Still, he hoped she and her brother, and the others, as well, were doing fine. "Who were those two who offered them a ride north? Are they safe people?"