#jinkiia

Shiloh wasn’t the type to explore much, being rather content with spending time in his apartment and play around with clay on his now exasperatingly endless quest to create a human being of his own. With a newfound obsession in the person of his neighbour, the angel spent hours on end trying to recreate that man’s imagine in miniature, but before he could worry about bringing the figurine to life, he found himself failing miserably at precisely capturing that man’s particularities and portray him. As the pieces of broken clay built up in his atelier, Shiloh found himself suffocated, unable to spend any more minute in his otherwise beloved home. He needed to escape, to get some fresh air, a change of setting and atmosphere.  

Mindlessly strolling down the streets, without any particular aim, a sign caught his eye ‒ Dark Letters Bar Bed & Breakfast. Now, the angel didn’t consider himself particularly lucky, quite the contrary if he were to consider his circumstances, but it was exactly what he needed for a spontaneous vacation not so far away from home. Stepping inside, Shiloh made his way straight to the bar, a strange feeling creeping inside his heart. He’s seen places like that one before, the last human he’d watched over was very fond of that particular setting. It was bittersweet, and ironic to a certain extent ‒ how he wished for an escape, only to stumble upon reminders of a past that he cherished, but tried to leave behind. 

“Hello.” Shiloh spoke as he slightly leaned forward, trying to inch closer to the one behind the bar as if he was about to share some sort of secret no one else could hear. “Could you help me choose a drink? I’m terrible at that, and honestly, I don’t even know what I want to begin with.” The angel confessed, a tint of awkwardness playing in the otherwise bright smile he flashed the other. 

Green eyes blinked twice focusing on the loaf of sliced bread that had appeared in front of her. Slowly they moved past the bread to the hands, and even higher to the boy standing there with a bright smile.

It did smell delicious but still. Pointing at the bread then to herself she waited until he nodded to take a slice biting right into it. It was still warm!

'This is delicious did you make it?'

The question was scribbled alongside the drawings she had been doodling in her notebook.

'May i take another slice?'

“HEH” HEMLOCK CHUCKLES as he sits on the treestump, hands folded over his chest as he watches the chaos in the distance and it is obvious he isn’t bothered by the flames, blood or crying as he observes them. “That’s funny,” he says to the stranger who suddenly appeared next to him and he can’t help but to smirk at it and he scrunched his nose as he finally looks over.

“You weren’t here a minute ago, where did you come from?”

“You need to stop.” He says to the bartender as he watched him for a while, interact with people. He was sipping his tall glass of some unnamed alcohol slowly as the silver eyes linger on the man that is tending to the customers. Ethirdil gets some snacks from a woman that has to leave and ordered and paid before.

Lucky. Ethirdil takes a bite from the fried goodness and enjoys how the hot cheese nearly burns his mouth but never fully does so.

“You’re desperate for people to like you and it is bringing shame to you, no one likes that you know. Why would anyone respect you if you barely respect yourself, Jinks?”

She wasn’t who had told her about this new bar but they had been right it was definitely worth a visit. Nice interior, good mood, drinks that weren’t watered down. It was everything she looked for when she wanted to have a drink...or seven. 

It had been around her third glass of single malt scotch, she had begun to feel as if someone was watching her and glancing up she had spotted a man behind the bar staring. It didn’t bother her much and in all honesty she probably would have stared at someone day drinking had she been a bartender. 

By glass five, she had begun to stare back at him, eyes unwavering as she continued to enjoy her drink. By glass six a sigh had left her lips and sitting up she finally spoke, too curious as to why this unspoken stare down was happening. 

“Pardon me but is there some reason as to why you keep glancing this way? If I’ve broken a bar rule you might as well say it so I can right my wrong and continue my liquor consumption in peace.” 

It was a lovely day, the start of Autumn and the start to her absolute favorite time of year. Sitting on the blanket she had notebooks and books spread about weighted down by different objects she’d found in her bag so they didn’t blow away with the breeze. 

Studying outside had seemed like a good idea when the sun had been high in the sky beaming down nice and bright, but now that it was beginning to fall behind the tree’s everything was getting chillier and the light flouncy dress she had dawned that morning definitely was not going to keep her warm for much longer. 

As she flipped through another page of Korean homework she felt something warm and soft being wrapped around her shoulders and tucked under her chin. Glancing up she found herself staring into a pair of blue eyes of the one who was gifting her a blanket. A bright smile slipped across her face as she motioned for him to wait a moment and grabbing her notebook she began writing holding it out to him once she was finished. 

‘Well you’re a life saver, thank you so much. I wasn’t prepared for the sudden drop in temperature. Do you often carry blankets with you ?’ 

“Well hello there! Welcome to Dark Letters Bar, anything you want I got” He smiles waving the new comer over to a stool at the bar. “Please come in, unless you’re underage then come in secretly” The Shigofumi laughed throwing his rag over his shoulder. 

Akobel walked into the bar with no real reason but to see how much bars have changed – he remembered during his first walkthrough of Earth how much humans adored and worshiped bars. He doesn't see the concept other than the fact that people seemed to be happier when they were at bars. Maybe Akobel could feel that kind of happiness here.

"How old do you think I am?" Akobel criticizes with narrow eyes, slightly offended but still takes the stool that the other offered – but with caution. Humor is foreign to Ako at this point. This may be the reason why he dislikes most people.

The fallen angel rests his arms on top of the bar top, looking around with curiosity before his gaze back onto the worker. There's a brief moment where he just stares, wondering if the stranger was like every other bartender on Earth that irked Akobel to no means. He thinks for a brief moment that there is no need for conversation but Akobel is new to the area, maybe this guy knows where to get some peace and quiet that is not on academy grounds.