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Location: Alphonse's Bedroom -> 3rd Building Resturant || Interactions: None
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When had morning dawned?

Alphonse had been in another world. The hours he spent reading melted away with the wax of the candle, the flame barely still alive. Finally, the book fell to a close, the moth leaning back in the chair with his hands laying gently in his lap. He had read through the night, his gaze slow and thoughtful as he absorbed as much knowledge as he could. Not that he would truly ever need to recall anything about Saint Joan of Arc, but still. [i]He[/i] wanted to remember.

It was the pang of hunger that finally drew him out of his own mind. [color=DCF3FF]“Oh dear,”[/color] his voice was barely a whisper in the dark room, a hand moving to press against his stomach. He had skipped dinner. Again. 

Standing slowly and stretching both his body and his wings, Alphonse made his way to the bed, his hand finding a black cloth. Tying it gingerly around his head, covering the two large compound eyes, he was ready to go and obtain sustenance. With the flame blown out, the moth made his way out of his small dark room, and into the bright, sun filled day. The blindfold kept his eyes from burning, the cloth barely thin enough that he could see through. It was good enough, for the time being. He could take it off when he entered the restaurant.

It took Alphonse entirely too long to get there, however, the man taking his time the moment he stepped outside. The air whirled around him, bringing him the delicate floral scents that wafted around. He enjoyed his walk, the rays of the sun giving him a warmth he very rarely felt. 

Stepping into the restaurant, he took a seat in a dimmer corner, before removing his blindfold. There was a quick order made, and Alphonse found his eyes gazing out of the nearest window to the world outside, his thoughts once again taking over as he waiting for his sweet Nectar. 

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