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rupert "miles" glass (clowning) wrote in bellumlogs,

What a delightful hat, his attentions had discovered. Somebody wanted to sit with him? How surprising! No one ever wanted to be near him! That's why he'd always had to sneak up on people, yes, make himself useful. Useful enough for people to need him.

Wait... that wasn't right... Miles raised both of his brows and smiled in a polite manner, batting his lashes a few times as if the ghostly dust of the odd inclination that his moods were taking had powdered them. He folded his hands neatly before him, noting that they were still a bit atrophied from the chill outside, and stared down into his cup of 'joe', before peering back up to the man who had joined him. The grin remained in tact.

"I wouldn't say it's quite day yet, oh no." he'd rectified, an index sweeping through the air before him in a circular movement, as if he were stirring an invisible pool. "The sun still stirs its weary head. But be sure that before you go, it will be day instead." he put his hand down and encircled the mug before him. It was warmer than he had thought it would be, but it was a welcomed respite from the tension that the iciness mesmerized his thawing joints with.

The waitress, with her fiery red hair and flaming ruby pout, asked gingerly. "Cup o' Joe for you too, sailor?" to the man in the hat.