☾ · beautiful night child.

“the black cat. we made the time out list last year, so if you have been there, you know.” he shrugged. “small? i’m 5′9, what the fuck is small about that?”

           “i have been there actually, but i don’t remember you.   it’s a canny nice bar though,” she said with a quirk of her shoulder, and then a laugh leaves her lips; “small for a billboard, lad,” and she continued to ignore the fact that she literally had to look up at him to make eye contact.

“yeah, or it just amps it up - you get a taste, or whatever. i don’t know, this is a weird as fuck conversation to be having right now. i feel like i’m in the twilight zone or something.”

                “has it been that long since you’ve seen someone naked, like?   i mean, really, lad. if you think this is a twilight zone kinda’ conversation, then you must be sorely lacking in some TLC.”

“see, that is where we agree. bars and cafes really are much more my speed,” dev shrugged easily. “or maybe that’s my slight dependence on good coffee and ice cold beer talking.”

         “can’t judge you for that;  what’s your opinion on ice cold iced coffee though, because it can get canny hot here in melbourne and a good iced coffee can keep me sane.”

“i don’t know, i like to stay optimistic about the world. you know, shit happens and you find a way to clean it up - or, if you’re lazy, you can just … step over it.” she laughed awkwardly. “this got deep damn quickly, yeah?”

            “you say that like it’s a bad thing, lass.       spontaneous deep conversations are the best way to get to know someone, don’t you think?”

           “s’alreet, lass, i’d hate to be stuck without my keys,” she smiled, handing them over, “and it’s good to meet you, emma.   i’m miyako, 1A and cheers for that.    if i ever need to borrow some sugar or milk, i’ll be knocking on your door.”

“you know, not once in my life’ve i been called a bird, but i sort of like it. it gives the idea that i can fly. not enough to jump off a building, but, freedom. you get me?”

            “you’ve got a philosophical view on life, don’t ya lass?” miyako smirked, “and everyones got freedom, like. it’s just figuring everything else out that takes it’s toll.”

Kamil blinked at her use of the term, only now registering her accent as well. “Where, er, where’re you from, by the way?” He wasn’t quite well-travelled enough to pinpoint it, but he took note of it with interest nonetheless. At her last statement, he stifled a smile, muttering, “Bacon ruins all my new year’s resolutions, honestly.” 

            “newcastle, pet.   south london area,” she responded easily; “and i don’t know about you, but nothing better than a big breakfast cookup after a night out, and it always has to include bacon and scrambled eggs.     people say that the way to a girls heart is with gifts and grafting, but it’s through her stomach, like,” miyako chuckled.”

           “to be honest; think i’d rather be known as the local bitch rather than the local spineless tosspot, like.             but maybe that’s just me.    i’m miyako, by the way. miyako himura, pleased to meet you, lass.”

“CBD, actually. you think i have the effort to make an actual commute to my work place? please.” he snorted. “oh yeah - that’s my other job. when i don’t bartender, i’m a billboard. you figured me out.”

        “i used to live around the CBD, which bar is it     .    i might have been there before.                 && for a billboard, you’re kinda small, like. eye-catching, but small,” miyako grinned.

“i’m from sydney, so i’m quite literally the wrong person to be asking of such a thing. but as far as i know - a lot of people are like that in a fair decent amount of clubs, so.”

          “i’ve never been a club person anyway, reckon they’re full of wankers. most of the time.    i’d take a bar or a nice cafe any day.”

“gold coast has its perks, yeah. perth is blindingly hot all the time, so basically people walk around with no clothes on - if that’s your thing, that is. perth’s a few states over, too, so.”

             “there’s nothing wrong with people walking around half naked, like.  it does ruin the mystery though.     ‘s no fun if you already know what they look like without clothes.”

                “ya alreet, lass?” she asked with a huffed, breathless laugh as they began to untangle their limbs and struggle to their feet, “if you’re looking to sweep me off my feet, that’s not what i meant, no need to take it so literally, like.”

“…Pardon?” Kamil paused, cautiously turning to face the other. “I mean, I think you’re pretty fit already. Er, you look it, at least.”

           “cheers, pet,” she said with a grin, “but i’m probably not as healthy as i should be, blaming it on the weakness for bacon.”

            “it’s not just the blokes that have me buzzin, pet,” she grinned, “there’s plenty of gorgeous birds around, you included love.”