◇ Djeeta’s stomach let forth a hearty growl as she wandered down an isolated street of the Archimedes ward without much fanfare. She’d discovered a baker she really liked in the area, and thinking she could share some of the treats with people she knew she’d bought a whole bunch of bread. Arms were full with bags, and she’d underestimated her own hunger. There was no one around, right, so… she took a big mouthful of a piece sticking out of the closest bag.
Still chewing… wasn’t that the sensation of someone watching her? Eh? Wasn’t that Olivia sitting on the cusp of that alleyway.
Chew… Chew… Swallow. “Hey! Olivia!” Embarrassing.
@twilightsepoch
A lot to think about these days, more in the space of a few weeks than the two thousand years prior. Her mind had been on what Lucifer had said when they’d last spoken, she needed to talk to him again, as well as his replacement. But for now there was a more pressing concern; another familiar face.
This one full of bread.
She supposed it made sense, she’d met plenty from the crew here and even Lyria. Now the one that bound them all together, stuffing her face without a care in the world. At least there was little that changed her.
“Captain.” Olivia had her arms folded, leaning against the wall behind her.
“It is good to see you well. Hungry? There are still some crumbs on your face.” She unfolded her arms and looked down at the bags, then held out one of her hands. “Would you like some assistance? I won’t ask if it’s all for you.”
