...so maybe it isn't quite monday yet.
[Brooklime is in the café, sat at a table with only his school bag and a forlorn looking cup of americano for company. He’s in school uniform, with his jacket open to reveal the Millennium Ring. Fellow wearers and others familiar with the item may note that it’s on a chain rather than a string, just to make it even more blatantly visible than it would already be.
That aside, Brooklime’s looking a little lost. Marik told him that he needed to go home and get- something or other. They were going to meet in the café in ten minutes (supposedly). They were going to do their algebra homework and discuss saving the world.
It’s been half an hour.
Also, why is this café bigger on the inside, substantially different to how Brooklime remembers it, devoid of the entrance he came in by, and conveniently lacking reception for his mobile phone, no matter how long he waves the thing about in circles (looking weirder and weirder as he does so)?
It’s a small, rhetorical sort of plea, but-]
Help.
That aside, Brooklime’s looking a little lost. Marik told him that he needed to go home and get- something or other. They were going to meet in the café in ten minutes (supposedly). They were going to do their algebra homework and discuss saving the world.
It’s been half an hour.
Also, why is this café bigger on the inside, substantially different to how Brooklime remembers it, devoid of the entrance he came in by, and conveniently lacking reception for his mobile phone, no matter how long he waves the thing about in circles (looking weirder and weirder as he does so)?
It’s a small, rhetorical sort of plea, but-]
Help.