locke cole (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lockecole) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
And then: "No, I'm just kidding, it's been three months." He winked at her. "Lighten up, won't you? There's something about you that's so tense and strict, you can't survive this adventure like that." Or at least he didn't think it would be easy to do so. Adapt and move on, that's how it ought to be done.
He lifted his cup and his right for a waiter to see as a pair of boys took the stage for their performance. He tapped the side of his cup, and message delivered, he replaced his empty drink on the table so he could prop his elbows on his tabletop and lace his fingers loosely. "Do I think we'll make it home, though? I honestly do," he said with a sincere nod. "All realms can't stay locked in forever -- trust me, I've seen one try to and," his hands parted for something like an explosion, "it burst wide open. Every single one of...them," yes, she didn't know what Espers were, "fled out of their realm and into ours. Not a very pretty sight, though." He chuckled while the waiter arrived with a refill of his coffee.
"Should only be a matter of time, I think. Anyway, how are you supposed to fit all the realms here? The locals are starting to complain, some might even be losing their jobs to people like us and that's never a good thing." And this is why he has never taken up a job yet. "A lot of things could happen: locals could rebel, we could join that rebellion, someone smart enough or powerful enough to get us out of here could come out, the barrier could break or, if there is a culprit, we could find them." In Locke's mind, it all made sense.