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A corner. He needed to find a corner. A secluded ninety degree angle, and he may just be able to survive this new nightmare.
He’d been to Hell. All Seven Circles of it. Somehow, this was worse.
It was wholly too loud for a bookstore. People were supposed to be reading. Browsing literature. Quietly.
Thanks to the new cafe addition, those ideals seemed to have gone extinct. He considers moving somewhere else. Somewhere hed be less likely to be disturbed. Like Wyoming. Or Purgatory. Dismissed it. Too much work. And too much of anything is exactly what he never did
He hadnt wanted to go out today. Sloth rarely did. Yet, it was preferable to remaining at home, where Baal had invited himself in to air his grievances over Luc. Again. Same thing, different day. Every day. Pride and Wrath were always at each other’s throats. Literally.
He was halfway to his usual spot when the shoulder clipped him and the iced, sugary, abomination drenched the front of his coat. He took a step back, shaking out his sleeve.
Oh, God! I am so sorry! Let me-
Please, that’s my father. I’m just- Soft hands are pressing napkins against his chest. That thing underneath does something startling. His head jerks up.
Her eyes are wide and mortified. Please. Let me buy you a coffee! To make it up.
He detests coffee.
Then swallows past something in his throat that hadnt been there before. Already feeling the familiar, crippling sensatio locking up his legs before he even answered
C-Coffee. Sure.