The Café was just visible in the darkness, small and solid but most importantly stable, and Allelujah loped towards it without hesitation because the ground had been moving and whatever was inside couldn't be worse than that. Storms blew over the island sometimes, though never ones like this, and in any case it was more common to watch their passage from far overhead, tracing curled cloud patterns over the Earth's surface and wondering what the people below it saw.
Stepping through the doors was immediate relief, and he threaded fingers through the sopping mess that was his hair, pushing it back to glance about the area. Tumbled furniture suggested the Café hadn't escaped unscathed, but it was still preferable to no shelter at all, and he cautiously sidled in further.
Mao only laughed at Allelujah. It hadn't yet occurred to him that Allelujah might retaliate, that he might have to explain how he knew all of this--and even if it had occurred to him, it wouldn't have bothered him in the slightest.
"You weren't even strong enough to stop him from taking over that time. Some alter ego you are. It must have been pretty hard, living with that."
Stepping through the doors was immediate relief, and he threaded fingers through the sopping mess that was his hair, pushing it back to glance about the area. Tumbled furniture suggested the Café hadn't escaped unscathed, but it was still preferable to no shelter at all, and he cautiously sidled in further.
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"You weren't even strong enough to stop him from taking over that time. Some alter ego you are. It must have been pretty hard, living with that."
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