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Location: 2nd Building Restaurant -> Courtyard || Interactions: None
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The sweet nectar was delivered to his table, Alphonse almost not noticing the chef that brought it. With the clearing of her throat, the moth was pulled from his thoughts and back into the world of the restaurant around him. [color=#cfe4ef]”Thank you very much,”[/color] there was a light smile given to the woman who bowed to him, before she left him to his thoughts once again. 

Building 2 of the Umbra Rose Condo’s was always so quiet, although Alphonse wouldn’t dare complain. It was nice, the silence. It was nothing like the city, so full of noise and smog. They couldn’t even see the stars with all of their lights, and eventually, Alphonse thought, the moon would disappear too. The smog would cover the sky in a permanent haze, his beautiful moon disappearing with it. A wave of despair washed over him at the very thought of the moon vanishing, and he convinced himself a second later that this would [i]never[/i] happen. That it was just the imaginings of a very hungry mothman. 

Nectar. Right.

Placing a napkin delicately on his lap with one set of hands, the other set of hands gingerly moved to hold the glass cup that his nectar was brought in. Opening his mouth, a long, tube like object began to unfurl, fitting into the cup of clear liquid. Behind the black cloth, Alphonse’s eyes closed with delight as the Primrose nectar began to satisfy him.

His mind began to stray again, to what the rest of the day held for him. It would mostly be sleep, but a walk wouldn’t be bad. Alphonse was hardly ever up during the day, and while the sun hurt his eyes, it would be nice to feel the warmth for a while. Perhaps he would stretch his wings, soak them in the shining rays for a few minutes. Yes, that sounded like a splendid hour well spent.

Finishing up his drink, Alphonse picked the napkin up and gently wiped his mouth, his tongue sliding back in to once again hide away. He gave a silent thanks to the chefs before he stood to go do just what he had decided to do. Stepping out from the restaurant into the sun filled day, he made sure the blindfold around his eyes was as tight as it could be before he went on his merry little stroll. 

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