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Post by ruby on Sept 13, 2017 21:03:26 GMT
Word Count: | Tags: | Luna [Moonstone] Luna was going about her day the same as she always did - get up, go to work, serve people coffee, take her breaks, serve more people more coffee. After so many years of this routine in different places, she was very used to it. She had only been at this specific shop for a couple of years, but that was still long enough to memorize the orders of most regulars, if not their names. She knew what to get when certain people walked in the door, and it was a nice feeling when people thanked her for remembering.
She had long ago given up hope of any gems still being around, but the humans that were around weren't so bad. She had known a lot of them over the years, some well-remembered and some long-since forgotten by time.
She had, a few years prior, considered moving to the countryside, but she had grown too attached to this big city. And, admittedly, to the human luxuries it provided. After all, she doubted there would be any little coffee shops like this in the middle of nowhere.
She let out a sigh as she leaned over the counter with a smile on her face. The countryside was nice enough to visit on rare occasions, even if she'd rather stay here. The trees were so tall, and there were brightly colored flowers that didn't grow in the city outside of designated garden spaces.
But she loved the city lights and towering buildings just as much, and she had just recently started working on her history degree instead. She wondered what other gems would think of her if they could see her now - see her here, living among humans and fitting in as one of them.
She poured herself a cup of coffee, leaning back with a smile as she imagined the looks she would receive. Her 'piercing' - the current cover story for her gem, which was on her navel - was clearly visible as she sat at a table for her break, but lucky for her humans did very strange things to their skin and it wasn't considered that unusual. She glanced out the window, she same serene smile on her face as she watched the people outside going about their lives.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 22:29:22 GMT
Middle of the week that was what Wed was, the reminder for tomorrow the tiredness of the days before. He grew to go outside during the Wed, a little desperation to escape the city life. Tiring really dealing with the employees he worked with, they all thought this deal was better than this.. Really he heard all of it, learned to shut it out, complete the work, make decisions, go home. He hears whispers behind his back about being so young, the same people who dealt with others like him. Why was age such a shocking matter? He had a full degree, and was rather older... than others. Granted not as old as those thirty and up men, but still fairly experienced enough.
He gave a small groan, walking down the streets listening to the engines roaring around him, he tried to memorize their sounds spotting which brand was which depending on the sound alone. He lost, most of the time, engines just weren't as picky as robotics. Stepping past a tree he caught a small scent of some warm vanilla, his head turned toward the small city coffee shop, probably one of many.
He pushed the door opened the smells slamming his nose all at once, it seemed one of the employees was on break, two college students in a corner, and a small line of two. He calmly walked to the line glad that nobody really knew his name or even cared to research the randos of the city. His outfit was rather normal short sleeved brown shirt and darker brown trousers. He wasn't one to wear business suites, they were.. limiting. Quickly the barista took his order, simply fresh lemon tea, he paid for it and walked up. Waiting for the tea he looked around wondering how long it had been when he was in one of those corners using the free wifi.
He heard the one on break speak, he walked up tilting slightly blue eyes pouring down, "What is?" His voice held a high note of curiosity, maybe she meant the foam colors? Packaging near by? Painting on the wall? Or just that warmth on your fingers from the coffee.
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Post by ruby on Sept 17, 2017 6:19:17 GMT
Word Count: | Tags: | Luna [Moonstone] Luna laughed - a delicate sound - as she heard the question. "What isn't?" she replied, that same smile never quite leaving her face, even as she turned to face him. "Though, if you need something more specific... The lights of the city. The sound of people talking. The smell of coffee. ...Ah, I'm sorry. I get distracted easily on my breaks."
Though Luna could have gone on about the beauty of Empire City for hours, she decided to give her human observer a break. Most people didn't really like hearing her observations turn into gushing about how amazing her roommate was, after all. She took a sip of her coffee - sweet, bitter, beautiful coffee - before speaking again.
"Do you come here very often?" she asked. If so, it wasn't when she was working, since he didn't seem very familiar. She might have seen him a few times, but not often enough to know his name. "By the way," she added, "my name is Luna."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 17:49:16 GMT
He gave her a slight odd look as she answered his question with a question of his own. His thoughts began to articulate exactly what wasn't in their world, it was rather morbid thought. The worst was that it was all still going on the pollution, murdering, social standings, and much more. Though the very spoken sense of beauty made him slightly hesitate in thought, it wasn't often you meet somebody on their break gushing about the world. She quickly explained about the specifics quickly listing the things around, he played with his arm at the thought of everything listed. They were nice weren't they? Certainly better than those simulated or story written end of the world sequences. Why were people so interested in such things?
His thoughts poured a little deeper into what he enjoyed about the world, thinking of the small little gears. the little ticks of two wires, how something you spent hours working on finally worked. The journey was quite intense, certainly was never easy at all. His thoughts were pulled out as she asked turning full attention to him, if he came her often. He paused before awkwardly answering, "Oh no, I happened to be passing by. Idea of something to drink sounded great." He held his hand off as if a shield for not being a regular customer, his other hand slightly scratching the back of his neck, the guard lowered as she introduced herself as luna. "Like the moon, that's pretty." He commented very soft volume in thought of the moon's beauty so far away, gazing down, lighting the night. "Cigus Mathew." He said answering with his own name before recalling how odd it was, "My mom was obsessed with swans, somehow convinced my dad latin word for swan was better than Justice." He gave a small laugh, when the barista calling out for his drink mispronounced as "' sick-us', he gave a small awkward movement before turning walking over to pick up the drink.
The cool surface, that he slowly took a drink of enjoying the refreshment, he turnd his attention back walking over. It wasn't very often you met somebody who was taking the time to enjoy the world's beauty instead of doing work or browsing the internet. He certainly wouldn't have taken the time doing such things. He motioned to the chair, taking straw from his mouth, "May I?" He asked uncertain she would decline or not, no telling when her break would end. |
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