#daud02

"Have you been productive this year?"

A bowl of fried shrimp puffs , the store is quiet and its just two old men remaining now. Dark hours are soon upon us, but Bufu who ha lived far too long to be scared of the dark, had merely opened more lamps to guide customer in.

She really does regret not standing her ground and clawing Daud’s eyes out when she had the chance.

Of course, it’s easy enough to daydream about it, and she has the capability, but the fact is that it wouldn’t be a lasting revenge. She thinks about what Billie Lurk said, about punishments worse than death. Perhaps that’s the route to go.

Lying on the little bed of pillows she’s made on the floor of her room, surrounded by the bits and bobs of witchery that she’s collected, Delilah stares at her phone and she muses.

TO: Daud FROM: Delilah Copperspoon

[msg] I keep finding your little lost lambs, Daud. [msg] Did you know that dear Billie is here? I was lucky enough to run into her the other day.

There’s a minute or two between messages, then. Let him sweat.

The past few days were incredibly hectic. He started to understand this place a bit better, and Akira constantly kept him updated with information he was picking up at the Sea of Tranquility. Apparently the bears were much more nicer than the rats that he had to deal with. It resulted in many neatly stacked piles of paper. He was classifying them by place, and then importance. All of that was eventually digitalized, but as he did not trust their given holophones much... his written reports were more valued than the rest. 

Akechi did not forget his promise, of course. Weird blizzards made exploring Crises more difficult than ever, but it was sufficient to get out of there. It was almost adorable to find that his friend-enemy-target-potential-boyfriend-whatever was planning on opening a coffee shop in the future. Maybe he should do something like that too. But for now...

... well, for now he was following his words and knocking on Daud’s door. The chaotic weather seemed to settle down for now, so that would be just fine. It was early in the morning, and when the door opened so slightly he was worried he woke Daud up. Oops. The answer was a wave and a gentle smile.

“I hope you are not busy.”

“I know it is still early, but would you mind accompanying me? It has been an interesting couple of days, and I am sure we could both use a friendly break from everything that is happening. Ah, if I did not wake you up, of course. I apologize if I did. 

If you feel like joining me, I will be waiting outside. Ground floor, next to the weird painting of a rat dressed like a queen. I’m pretty sure you know the one. It’s so odd that it’s hard to miss it.”