#coradeveraux

where: driftwood

An extended moment of silence passes before X realises he had completely zoned out, the fatigue he felt from sleepless nights caused by a newborn felt like it existed on a different level to the more self-inflicted kind he was used to.

He blinks behind the sunglasses he forgot he was wearing in doors like he was trying to reboot his brain, speaking the first coherent thought he could think before it drifted away from him.

where: anywhere that sells bubble tea

With a look of sincere confusion on his face, Atlas scanned the menu like he was deciphering hieroglyphics rather than drink options, his presence not there from curiosity but rather by request of a blonde he liked enough to play fetch-the-bubble-tea for while she studied.

The vague text hadn't specified what sort, and he didn't want to text back and ask and make it seem like he didn't know what it was.

( He doesn't. )

After another five seconds of deliberation, he turns to the closest person in earshot, which was a brunette he hoped would assist his plight.

where: driftwood coffee

With a hardback book in one hand and a coffee in the other, X gave the summary on the back another once over as he waited, the possible collaboration on the horizon not one he would have entertained a couple of years back but he's intrigued by the idea.

location: carnival grounds

"don't tell me you're 'too cool' to dance, cora." sebi grins, while moving to his own groove backwards out into the crowd. he didn't really care that much about how people perceived his dancing, they probably felt just as self conscious about their own.

"do you think the actors here get hazard pay." it's a left field, honest question sebi throws over his shoulder to cora. "like, if people get too freaked out and hurt someone."