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Early morning, a time where most normal people woke up, or night owls remained slumbered, the light of day a bane to their existence. The young American, was nowhere within that spectrum, having suffered a terrible lapse of sleepless nights caused his schedule to become, just the worst. He'd woken up at 4 am, fortunately on a day off, and flopped on his couch to binge watch whatever the hell was playing on his television, he didn't particularly care. Now at close to 11:00, he was still sitting there, TV blaring some random show he didn't quite catch the name to, smoke hanging in the air, a combination of incense and illegal carcinogens. Today the little pothead was feeling elated, a nice contrast to the months that had preceded this day.
After having one hell of a roller coaster start of a New Year, a consistent night of highs and lows, particularly starting off low, Kyle had traversed half of Shine City and back to his friend's mansion. There the two had gotten absolutely blitzkriegingly drunk and invited a couple of others to come and join them. Not much was remembered that night, he barely remembered the faces of the people who had come over, more concerned about the pounding headache from the night before, his lack of memory and the hopes of a message illuminating his phone; a response to a message he had sent, a response that never came. Her golden orbs lingered at the edge of his mind, a hazy memory of something he once looked upon and thought, 'This is something I want to keep seeing.' ....That lane of his life was closed now, it left its scars from the sudden stop, though for all he knew, it was probably for the best.
Kyle rubbed his eyes, attempting to banish the memory and his stomach began to protest him, clearly having been awake for 7 hours was finally enough for it to say something about food. Well he was too damn lazy to even think about making breakfast, it was definitely a day to go out and eat. Stretching, he pulled the bong from the top of his coffee table and took a nice long rip, the smoke billowing like a chimney as he exhaled. Packing up his things, he quickly showered, brushed his teeth and pulled on a pair of jeans and a red short sleeved button up shirt, before slipping on a pair of sandals and walking out the door. The air was still fairly cool, a leftover from winter, but it was definitely nice enough out to wear lighter clothing.
The walk wasn't too long before he made it in front of the Mochavine Cafe, he debated whether or not he really wanted to enter, but decided he was being stupid and went in anyway. The place hadn't changed at all, it was still just as busy and bustling as it always was and the smell of coffee filled the air. He wasn't much of a drinker of the stuff, but he really enjoyed the food here, and that was exactly the reason the munchies had called him to this place. Making his way past the crowds, his eyes briefly lingered on the bulletin board before persevering and moving forward. There were only a few seats available at the bar, so he moved in quickly, making sure not to disturb the raven haired woman @Delta44 sitting next to the unoccupied space.
He looked up at the menu board, running a hand through his neatly trimmed and buzzed hair, he knew what the summers were like here and wanted to be prepared for the heat, so he took early precautions. Soon enough the barista came for his order, "Hi there, what can I get you today?"
"Hm...I'm thinking something sweet and filling...do you have any suggestions?"
"Well we did just get a new waffle maker-" No further words had to be spoken as Kyle's eyes widened at the prospect of a fluffy, filling, delicious belgian waffle. The barista paused slightly as she took in the American's expression, "Would you like syrup with that?"
"Yes to all of that, and a glass of milk with it?"
After having one hell of a roller coaster start of a New Year, a consistent night of highs and lows, particularly starting off low, Kyle had traversed half of Shine City and back to his friend's mansion. There the two had gotten absolutely blitzkriegingly drunk and invited a couple of others to come and join them. Not much was remembered that night, he barely remembered the faces of the people who had come over, more concerned about the pounding headache from the night before, his lack of memory and the hopes of a message illuminating his phone; a response to a message he had sent, a response that never came. Her golden orbs lingered at the edge of his mind, a hazy memory of something he once looked upon and thought, 'This is something I want to keep seeing.' ....That lane of his life was closed now, it left its scars from the sudden stop, though for all he knew, it was probably for the best.
Kyle rubbed his eyes, attempting to banish the memory and his stomach began to protest him, clearly having been awake for 7 hours was finally enough for it to say something about food. Well he was too damn lazy to even think about making breakfast, it was definitely a day to go out and eat. Stretching, he pulled the bong from the top of his coffee table and took a nice long rip, the smoke billowing like a chimney as he exhaled. Packing up his things, he quickly showered, brushed his teeth and pulled on a pair of jeans and a red short sleeved button up shirt, before slipping on a pair of sandals and walking out the door. The air was still fairly cool, a leftover from winter, but it was definitely nice enough out to wear lighter clothing.
The walk wasn't too long before he made it in front of the Mochavine Cafe, he debated whether or not he really wanted to enter, but decided he was being stupid and went in anyway. The place hadn't changed at all, it was still just as busy and bustling as it always was and the smell of coffee filled the air. He wasn't much of a drinker of the stuff, but he really enjoyed the food here, and that was exactly the reason the munchies had called him to this place. Making his way past the crowds, his eyes briefly lingered on the bulletin board before persevering and moving forward. There were only a few seats available at the bar, so he moved in quickly, making sure not to disturb the raven haired woman @Delta44 sitting next to the unoccupied space.
He looked up at the menu board, running a hand through his neatly trimmed and buzzed hair, he knew what the summers were like here and wanted to be prepared for the heat, so he took early precautions. Soon enough the barista came for his order, "Hi there, what can I get you today?"
"Hm...I'm thinking something sweet and filling...do you have any suggestions?"
"Well we did just get a new waffle maker-" No further words had to be spoken as Kyle's eyes widened at the prospect of a fluffy, filling, delicious belgian waffle. The barista paused slightly as she took in the American's expression, "Would you like syrup with that?"
"Yes to all of that, and a glass of milk with it?"
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@Stern Algorithm I was going to go with he got so blitzkriegingly drunk that night that he doesn't remember a whole lot. If anything did happen that might, he wouldn't remember until it was brought up.
Room for one more?
She'll be fine, don't worry about it, kiyo isn't worried, you can trust him.@AimeChambers
Yay everyone gets detention!
@alexfangtalon you see what happens when you shirk your duties and go to the roof?
*finished reading*
So... maybe Gigi won't be the only one fainting today. Kiyo, catch her!
We're doing the 6 person collab or something else then?
Kiyo is going to pretend the world just doesn't exist for a few moments.
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