were things normal, this would be quite the sight to see for anyone from remnant. cinder fall, out in a public diner so early in the morning, drinking shitty tea and sitting alone at a table among other lost souls in the diner. when they look up from their mug, they spot the blonde sitting at a table of his own, just one table over, looking. what sticks out to them is that monkey’s tail. he is not new, cinder thinks. he’s from remnant.
ah, yes, it’s coming back to them now, times of old— the vytal festival, the boy’s partner having a fear of water, the entirety of their fight being utterly laughable. as they look him up and down, fall knows it would be idiocy of them to deny that they’re making eye contact. surely, the boy knows them, the titan to rip down beacon by the pillars of its foundation. yet all they remember of him are flashbacks to the festival. he seemed to hang around blake often. insignificant.
after a few seconds, they finally acknowledge his presence. “ it’s awfully rude to stare, boy, don’t you think? ”
@sunsguns, AWKWARD COSTCO DENNYS INTERACTIONS.
