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

"You're the only person I've met tonight who makes any sort of sense!" he'd exclaimed, slamming his hand onto the counter lightly. It was the work of the caffeine making him want to gesticulate wildly or tap his foot beneath the table rhythmically. It'd been so long since he'd had coffee. He was remembering why he enjoyed it so much. He had even slid his cup to the edge of the table and flicked his wrist.

"Everyone else seems so shut off from reality. It's the allegory of the cave, Theo, and we've been out of the cave, and here we are, inside of it again."

Oddly enough, the waitress, even having her back turned, somehow seemed to come to his call. Miles didn't notice this. The gesture had come naturally, and as she hurriedly filled his cup and went off again to check on others, he went for the sugar packets again with a sigh.

"Or is this the cave at all? Maybe we're still in the building...