» where is my humanity? (autoplay)

tone was harsh, cold, and quiet; she knew that treating him in such a manner wouldn’t be well looking despite the fact that they were just alone at the coffee shop. she didn’t expect him to come here; maybe he needed to talk to the manager or just wanted to share a cup of coffee. would she even want to know it? would he even tell her?

she didn’t look at him; crimson hues were fixed on the cutlery she was currently polishing. touka was like always; overworking herselg— no matter what she did.

‘i wasn’t even expecting you to come here.’

she stopped with her work before she decided to look at him before she heaved a sigh.

‘can i help you?‘ she inquired in her usual tone, like he was some customer who wanted to order something. she didn‘t know why he was here, so it was rather a good idea to ask him.

                      DOESN’T EVERYONE LOVE A TRAGEDY ?

            ❛ is it.. a problem ?

a slave to her will, despite realized freedom she continues to dominate the role of superiority.. a frail appendage lifts to submit to involuntary desire as his index curls about his discolored chin with blatant apprehension. ( WHERE IS YOUR COURAGE, ODIN? )