Characters: Darcia, Saki, and Faize
Location: Death By Pastry
Rating: G
Time: January 15, late afternoon
Description: Even former lords require coffee.
The sun was low in the sky when Darcia finally deigned to leave his quarters again. He was tired and restless, but still set on fleeing any dreams of the paradise that would curse him so. Terrified of what sleep could bring, he sought out what any alchemist or man of science depended on, in long nights of research and pouring over test tubes and vials and viewing the sunrise from the wrong side once more.
Coffee. Surprising it might have been to any who had known him only as a restless, vengeful madman, drenched in wolf's blood and grief, but when he had been younger he had thrived on the stuff. And, it seemed now, he would again.
Unknowing of how to obtain it for himself, (Neige had always dealt with such things in his stead, as a loyal servant should) and too proud to ask for aid, he instead followed his nose to what appeared to be a cafe a few streets from his dwellings. As with all signs in this place, the name of the store seemed to be gibberish written in old script, but once again, he was too proud to admit outloud that he could not read it easily.
Later in the day it might have been, but the place still seemed to be open, so he sat himself down at one of the tables outside and waited patiently to be served.