Tea for Two.... or Three... or Four...
Who: Cain and Emmeline and Riff later (open to all Cain Saga/God Child chars)
When: Before the bugs
Where: The cafe
What: Cain, in an endeavor to bridge friendship between Emmeline and him, he invites her to high tea.
Warnings: Cursing, innuendos, awkwardness, likely a fight
Cain had his eyes closed as he waited in the booth of the cafe far away from the window. He had a clear view of the door and the wall was to his back. Or rather, he would have a clear view if he bothered to open his eyes. He was tired, oh he wasn't entirely too surprised by it anymore but it was to be expected on some level. Kyouya did what he could to help of course and Yuuko always offered a good stiff drink if the need ever arouse. But that didn't stop Cain from longing. Oh he had been happy to die, had been open to it and the end it offered. But now he was here, alive and going mildly insane since everyone he knew was here as well and didn't remember anything.
Jezebel didn't remember being... kind in his final moments. Oscar had forgotten... well EVERYTHING which was troublesome on so many levels, Emmeline was still her sweet yet insufferable self and at least she knew if she went back she'd die anyways. And Riff... oh that was one he wouldn't dare consider. They all looked at him like he was mad, he'd been here BEFORE? And worse still they were all apparently from a different "timeline." It wold give any proper gentleman a headache. He let out a sigh and sat up, brushing off the top of his top hat since the sun was slowly setting and high tea was soon to begin.
'You said we could be friends.' He snorted as he remembered Emmeline's comment. Friends? FRIENDS? He had loved her, for all her faults and stubbornness he had loved her in the end and yet she had the gall to desire mere friendship. He knew he wasn't making it better but still the girl could have the decency to consider that the "him" from before was not the "him" now. But of course she didn't, sweet wretch that she was. He gently knocked his head on the wall. Maybe if he did it hard enough he could bash his skull in and then he could actually be allowed to die in peace. Dear God make this tea bearable.
When: Before the bugs
Where: The cafe
What: Cain, in an endeavor to bridge friendship between Emmeline and him, he invites her to high tea.
Warnings: Cursing, innuendos, awkwardness, likely a fight
Cain had his eyes closed as he waited in the booth of the cafe far away from the window. He had a clear view of the door and the wall was to his back. Or rather, he would have a clear view if he bothered to open his eyes. He was tired, oh he wasn't entirely too surprised by it anymore but it was to be expected on some level. Kyouya did what he could to help of course and Yuuko always offered a good stiff drink if the need ever arouse. But that didn't stop Cain from longing. Oh he had been happy to die, had been open to it and the end it offered. But now he was here, alive and going mildly insane since everyone he knew was here as well and didn't remember anything.
Jezebel didn't remember being... kind in his final moments. Oscar had forgotten... well EVERYTHING which was troublesome on so many levels, Emmeline was still her sweet yet insufferable self and at least she knew if she went back she'd die anyways. And Riff... oh that was one he wouldn't dare consider. They all looked at him like he was mad, he'd been here BEFORE? And worse still they were all apparently from a different "timeline." It wold give any proper gentleman a headache. He let out a sigh and sat up, brushing off the top of his top hat since the sun was slowly setting and high tea was soon to begin.
'You said we could be friends.' He snorted as he remembered Emmeline's comment. Friends? FRIENDS? He had loved her, for all her faults and stubbornness he had loved her in the end and yet she had the gall to desire mere friendship. He knew he wasn't making it better but still the girl could have the decency to consider that the "him" from before was not the "him" now. But of course she didn't, sweet wretch that she was. He gently knocked his head on the wall. Maybe if he did it hard enough he could bash his skull in and then he could actually be allowed to die in peace. Dear God make this tea bearable.