The Firelight Cafe is a supposedly quaint little coffee shop well within walking distance of Spork’s apartment. It has outdoor seating, free WiFi, and a wide selection of drinks and baked goods. They learn all of this during the walk over; most of it against their will, as they’re just slightly too slow to shut off the screenreader before it starts reading out each and every menu item listed on the cafe’s google maps page.
With Miku in their other ear to keep them from wandering off course, they can feel their hackles starting to rise. The conflicting audio aggravates their already present headache, and although they’re quick to pull the offending earbud from their ear and manually force-quit the program, their temper, already difficult to control at the best of times, is stirred into a fine, foam-like froth by the time they actually reach the place.
So, in a way, it’s actually kind of good that they get there before Freyja. It means they have time to make a detour, popping into the shop next door and cheerfully harrying the clerk into finding them a whiskey that will pair well with their coffee. The light bullying lifts their spirits, and, decidedly against the idea of reflecting on any of their actions, they tuck the little bottle into the tote bag that Mari had shoved into their hands when they left, then wander over to the coffee shop.
It doesn’t take them long to order and claim a table. The weather is relatively mild today, almost bordering on temperate if they stay out of the wind, and so they pick their way out onto the deck, doing their best to lounge without making it too obvious how they’re huddling within the strange, heavy material of the jacket that Mari gave them every time the wind shifts.
At least the breeze is keeping the other, weaker-willed patrons from trying to join them on the deck. If losing feeling in the tips of their ears means that Spork is free to stretch out and modulate the ratio of their drink on their own time, then they’ll take it.
Keeping a quarter of their awareness on Miku’s sporadic updates, they turn most of their attention towards their phone, sipping at their drink and scrolling idly through Tumblr while they wait for their erstwhile coffee companion to crawl out of whatever hole she must’ve fallen in. (They can’t wait to hear that story; it has to be a pretty deep one, for her to be anything other than right on time. Maybe if it’s good enough, they won’t razz her for it.)
Heh. They huff a laugh under their breath, scrolling to the next post with a casual swipe. As if.
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It's gonna be a doozy, but she's gonna be setting up most of the action; this is just to establish the scene :3
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It's gonna be a doozy, but she's gonna be setting up most of the action; this is just to establish the scene :3
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