9 pm came very quickly.
Yara came to make sure that Lorn had logged out and then logged out herself. Lorn complained, saying she wasn't trusting him enough, but a part of him did think of ghosting her for the night.
Anyhow, they met at the research center's entrance and headed to Lorn's home; the staff reminding them to check the forums.
As Lorn walked, he supposed that it was for the best that he logged out today. His whole body was sore and his paralyzed arm felt deader than ever. The research center made sure to keep their bodies well-fed and healthy, but they were unable to make them exercise.
Maybe a little run through the night streets would be nice.
Lorn suddenly felt like drinking. Yara agreed, and they entered a convenience store and bought two packs of beer and a bunch of takeout.
But when Lorn came near his house, he saw that his lights were on.
"Who is it?" Yara asked.
"Can't be Elan, right?"
