coffee all day, every day

[melancoffeea]

[ The city of Tokyo is a foreign one, bursting with unfamiliar technology and a futuristic culture that leaves Sandalphon sticking out like a sore thumb. Fortunately, as far as most people are concerned, he's just another cosplayer from the nearby convention. No one questions his presence, although a couple of children accost him for something called a photograph; naturally, he walks away.

A whirlwind of events (read: Lyria's intervention) eventually lands him in the cafe inside a mall, where he stands near the corner with a drink in his hand. He stares at the contents of the cup, appraising it with far too much seriousness, before he takes a slow, cautious sip. ]

Hm . . .

Comments

[melancoffeea]

[ Geez, girl, you sure know how to sound crude. But he huffs in faint amusement. ]

That depends on what they were up to while I've been waiting. It wasn't my idea to stay here, you see.

[flyingsolos]

I... don't really see, but does that mean you were ditched?

[ poor guy... ]

[melancoffeea]

They're not the sort to abandon someone like that. But whatever their reason, a reminder seems to be in order.

[ Yeah, he was ditched. ]

[flyingsolos]

Huh... maybe we should do a "lost child" announcement?

[melancoffeea]

Are you talking about me?

[flyingsolos]

Mmhm! No offense, but maybe it's better to remind them where you are.

[melancoffeea]

They know where I am. I'm not a child.