#also he's probably wearing what he wore in 97.1--

[onefiftyhair-blog]

He’s tired.

He’s not sure if this is a dream, whatever this is. An afterlife, perhaps some unconscious world he’s dreamed up in his denial of defeat. Considering how the spirit’s managed to wrangle a mountain-sized vegetable under his control and subsequently drain, defeat, and capture Teruki with relative ease, he’s honestly not sure of what to believe of now.

But he is grateful for the break, whatever it is. He does not mind the rubble; finds an almost sort of solace in it, almost, as it reminds him of home (but it also reminds him of other things, though Teru leaves those thoughts be).

The coffee shop here is peaceful, slow, a bit of a lull but he’ll take whatever he can get, at this point. He denies a salad and orders a coffee, settling in a high table for two by the window and spends more of his time staring at the street instead of drinking his cooling coffee, simply taking sips by the handful of minutes before getting lost in thought.

It’s not too long before someone arrives at the seat before him, and it’s with a note of curiosity Teruki lifts his head, quirks an eyebrow, drinking in the stranger with an intrigued look.

(And— he senses something from him. He knows it. And his nerves jolt a bit on edge, his body goes the slightest bit tense, his eyes narrow in just the bit.)

But Teruki just flashes a sliver of his teeth, tilting his head a bit as he acknowledges the stranger with a small smile.

“Place is a bit crowded today, don’t you think?” And then he laughs, and gestures lazily with the back of his palm. “Oh, but it’s alright, I don’t mind a companion. Take a seat, if you’d like.”

@noworldangel