#chronoath

[hopeful-hugz]

I've Become What You Like! I Have Taught Myself to Let Go!

[strawberista]

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"You didn't seem to me like someone that would turn the chance down," Hanekoma said flatly, sliding Ate'lier's order to him. "I haven't had a great couple'a days, it's true. Nothing I won't recover from."

Eventually, though he didn't say that part. Being kicked while he was down seemed like the perfect description of how Hazelnut had come into his home and broken him down the way he had. Even thinking about the whole affair made his chest feel heavy, and he wanted to leave the shop, close up and rot away in his bed.

But the world continued to turn no matter how he felt, and he knew it would do him no good to cry now. And he had a job to do.

"But it seems I'm not the only one having a bad time," he continued, passing off the weight on himself. "What's got your week so cursed?"

[the-composer]

❝ what kind of coffee do you like?  ❞ it's dorian's familiar, though today he's in the shape of a man instead of a white forest cat. his skintones a warm tan with dark freckles across the bridge of his nose, but the hair colour is the same as his fur was; that platinum with a blue undertone. dorian wasn't here today, but that didn't seem to bother the at'elier, much if at all. ❝  your partner makes coffee, right? dorian usually just drinks chai. i don't usually get coffee, but when i do, it never tastes right. i had something once that was really good, but i can't remember what it was called or anything beyond the fact it was a muddied pink. it was definitely coffee. ❞

What an interesting creature, is Joshua's first impression of the wintry-looking man. He'd only ever seen him in his fluffy feline form, and even then he hadn't the chance to personally engage with him, but his human features had been detailed to him. The description in his head couldn't do the real thing justice. He's quite resplendent if he were to put a single word to his appearance. Comely in a similar way to Dorian, which makes sense given their relation, and they come as a pair. Or was it a trio? Merlin was an unforgettable name. but Joshua hadn't caught up to the latest chapters in these folks' story.

❝ The only thing I can think that's pink is Dalgona coffee, but it's made with instant coffee so I didn't go anywhere near that trend. ❞

He's propped up against the counter braced on an elbow, ankles crossed, transferring his phone to his back pocket. His gaze sat steady on the face whose freckles he was subtly counting.

❝ He does. He's the best in this city, and I promise I am not speaking from bias. ❞ That blonde head slowly tilted.

❝ At'elier? Am I pronouncing that right? ❞

[creatorsremnant]

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[creatorsremnant]

"Together forever. No matter what. It's a Promise!"

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[strawberista]

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A grin split wide over his face,"I might be wasting my breath, but that's really not so bad. Because I'm wasting my breath, my time, and more importantly, your time. And I know that's gotta be pissing you off. Any chance I can get to get under your skin is a win in my book."

[strawberista]

FFkoma upon meeting Ate'lier: Man, what a bitch. Good thing I'm a bigger bitch.

And then they proceeded to bully Joker relentlessly.

Seriously, y'all, he's the worst dad.

[strawberista]

"Things are always hectic around the holidays." Hanekoma settled into place behind the counter, sinking against the back counter and lifting a mug to his lips. "But I get the feeling it's more than just the buzzing about that's got ya uneasy. You don't gotta talk, if ya don't want to, but I'm here if it'd make ya feel better to unload. Sometimes that's all ya can do... When you can't change your situation."

But Hanekoma was a stranger, and there was no reason to believe that Ate'lier would spill all of his troubles to him. It was private and trust was precious, especially amongst those of Dorian's set. He knew he'd probably be waved off and denied.

He had to try anyway.

he  silently  accepts  the  order,  breaking  the  bread  he'd  ordered  with  the  soup  apart  with  his  hands  before  starting  the  act  of  stirring.  if  he  was  feeling  better,  there  was  a  possibility,  he'd  have  bitten  but  it  would  be  impossible  this  week  would  always  be  difficult.

❝    so  you  say.  we  can't  always  be  perfect  all  the  time.  ❞  with  that  he  takes  a  few  bites  of  the  soup,  quietly  focusing  on  the  warmth  of  it  and  watches  the  other  quietly  for  a  moment.

❝    i  just  dont  do  well  around  my  birthday  or  christmas.  ❞  the  fact  they  were  just  days  away  from  each  other  made  things  difficult.  he  wasn't  on  good  terms  with  his  family.  it  would  be  impossible  for  him,  actually,  and  dorian  was  busy  which  left  him  to  his  own  devices  (by  choice).  ❝    and  i  don't  enjoy  christmas,  dispite  how  i  look.  ❞  with  his  wintry  colour  pallet  and  the  white  blue  tone  of  his  hair,  you'd  think  he  was  dressing  up  for  the  season,  but  it  wasn't.  he  always  looked  like  this.

❝    havent  been  sleeping  well  either,  which  doesn't  help.  hard  to  sleep  well  in  a  new  place.  ❞

[hopeful-hugz]

"Ah-! Shit, hi--"

"...Geez, here I thought my own luck was bad. Stuff as small as dice though... Definitely trumps what I've gotta deal with most days."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that die is loaded but-"

[strawberista]

"Oh, he's fine. He's got his own things to do."

And now importantly, his own way to grieve. Hanekoma's for died down quickly after the fall of his comrades, but Akira had been lit ablaze. He'd been working hard and honing his abilities in his new job, but Hanekoma had been sticking diligently to his work under Erik. As difficult as the man was to put up with, there was something about visiting those sites and developing his own chakra in the process...

Both of them were doing their best to keep their minds off of what happened.

In a way, that's what this was about, too, wasn't it? He didn't have to worry about his own problems if he could focus on someone else. Helping or, in this case, being a problem.

"As much as I pick on 'im, Akira is a perfectly capable individual, when he wants to be. He's just not the best at paying attention alla time. What about you? Your boss hasn't forced ya to 'escort' anymore randoms? Must be boring not having someone to roll your eyes at~ If ya think about it, I'm doing ya a favor."

❝  suit yourself then. ❞ he wasn't going to argue with him right now. if it really got to him, he could just go to idyllshire and enjoy the scenery for a bit. he wasn't really feeling that at the moment though, and it wasn't like hanekoma was really doing anything that was out of norm. the miqo'te was sitting curled up neatly on a chair; tail curled around himself protectively usually it'd have been flicking behind him or resting comfortably.

❝  i dont think you'll get very far but, you are welcome to waste your own time. did you get tired of babysitting? your little rogue friend certainly has been places unattended. ❞