[location: a sidewalk cafe] hours of happiness more or less
It's early evening, and a pair of men are sitting close together at a small table outside a little cafe. It looks like tea or coffee now, although there are the remnants of something that might have been a light supper or possibly dessert. Giles is dressed somewhat uncharacteristically in an old leather jacket that looks like it could have been rescued from some 70s punk band's garage sale, over a t-shirt and comfortably worn-in jeans. There's no tweed or elbow patches in sight.
"What bothers me most about this place is how content everyone seems to be to adjust. As if we're all simply...accepting our lot. I've been the same, fussing over the library as if it isn't utterly incongruous to even be there." He sighs and leans a little toward Ethan. "Truthfully, it all worries me."
[ooc: I am so behind I can't begin to figure out what I'm doing, so...I might get to dropped tags, I might not. But this post is open for passers-by who want to spot the pair, and I'll do my damnedest not to make anyone wait too long for a reply. :| ]
"What bothers me most about this place is how content everyone seems to be to adjust. As if we're all simply...accepting our lot. I've been the same, fussing over the library as if it isn't utterly incongruous to even be there." He sighs and leans a little toward Ethan. "Truthfully, it all worries me."
[ooc: I am so behind I can't begin to figure out what I'm doing, so...I might get to dropped tags, I might not. But this post is open for passers-by who want to spot the pair, and I'll do my damnedest not to make anyone wait too long for a reply. :| ]