Vacations had never really been a priority for Luther, not that he could've never have gotten away from the job, but mostly because he'd never wanted to. He didn't know how to be idle or relax for longer than a night or two, which is why he'd heard of the New York that Joan spoke of, but had never gone there himself. He wondered if he did find his way home, if he could treat this place as a retreat, as Joan did. It seemed like a good idea in theory, but he was understandably wary after having so much bad luck right out of the gate.
"It's pretty nice here then, yeah?" He asked. "Outside of occasionally stumbling into some sort of Romero wet dream."
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Date: 2014-04-15 03:29 am (UTC)"It's pretty nice here then, yeah?" He asked. "Outside of occasionally stumbling into some sort of Romero wet dream."