eyes of pale violet flicker up from the tablet in which he reads othello . the quiet atmosphere of the cafe that he first arrived in has devolved into hectic chaos as the lunchtime rush hour hits . bewilderment settles over his countenance as he’s so jarringly returned from the land of shakespeare to reality . he feels the temptation to leave rise as the dull cacophony assaults his senses , but his second cup of tea remains mostly full and it seems so wasteful to leave it .
shion catches sight of a stranger , one who gives off the appearance of someone exhausted by life , and after a glance around the busy little cafe to see no open seats , waves him over . with a defenseless smile , the young man offers the seat across from him with a soft shrug , “ you can sit with me , if you’d like . i’m just going to finish my tea and be on my way . ”
———IT WAS A REQUEST HE HADN’T INITIALLY REGISTERED AS BEING DIRECTED TOWARDS HIMSELF. blinking, the man felt a tinge of embarrassment at the revelation: did he really look that tired? he smiled as he set his items down, rubbing his neck momentarily as the lid popped from his cup and welcomed a slew of cream into its contents. he took a frothy sip, somewhat glad for the kindness of a stranger.
❝ thank you, i’ve been trying to find a wifi connection all morning. i’m visiting from no. 5, you see. ❞ it was strange to call it such a name after what had occurred. despite never seeing it for himself, no. 6 had suffered a great calamity on its rise to become the greatest of the utopias. some had called it a punishment, while others sought to ignore the festering underbelly of the city at large and wallow in their own self pity. he didn’t like to involve himself in such matters, as life had merely changed for better or worse.
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