#thread.kai

Jax could not be everywhere at the same time, but she could try. Having picked up a bouquet of flowers for her date, she’d ran down the subway to make it to the skating rink in time, stopping on her way there by her favourite coffee spot to get some hot beverages, and managed to get everything to the place without a single spill. Standing at the entrance, in her best most comfortable pantalons - grey - and a woollen red top. She was always too early, to scope out the area, a habit she couldn’t shake. When her date arrived, she waved. “Hello, I double checked the coffee that you liked, I hope I got the right one,” she said with a wink. 

Zakir was running from spot to spot today, unable to settle down for long enough to write a few lyrics or have a coffee. His own business messing together with Dead Hand business, several languages settled in his brain, trying to gain his fullest attention. His eyes were hurting, but he had turned to the thickest sunglasses he had to keep the neon lights of the city out. He was carrying a bottle of water everywhere, the lid pushed against his bottom lip as he entered the elevator. He was alone at first, until another body joined him there.

Zakir leaned against the back wall, his head tilted towards the top light, because then at least no light would crawl in through the gaps between his glasses and his forehead. The elevator dinged, the door closed, and started rising, rising. There was a shudder and the whole machine stopped, lights flickered for a moment, turned back on, and then simmered down, bathing the area in a soft blue glow.