נεғғεяsση (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} haberdashery) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} theconsolelog,@ 2018-06-27 19:49:00 |
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WHERE: Cerulean City - Cafe
WHEN: Early afternoon
WHAT: Finding an ally to talk shit about other people
WARNINGS: Resting bitch face
STATUS: In-Progress
As much as Jefferson despised Cerulean City and all the talk of the Pokemon, having just fought one in that damned dome was enough...it was much more quiet than the Casino Night Zone, and it had a peaceful cafe with tea. Sure, he could always go to New Leaf but the over cheerfulness of talking critters was more than enough to make him bang his head against a wall. No. After the past month of fuckery, fighting with his companions (or just Swan and Regina), and every instance of hanging out with Killian a near death trap, the Hatter merely wanted some fresh air, a cup of tea, and some peace. He sat outside the cafe of course, relaxed in his seat with a book, his notes on the area and ignoring his cartography duties for the day in favor of a break. He of course glanced up here and there to take note of the locals, perhaps internally hopeful that there would be less locals and more people outside of the new 'world' that were much more lively in a sense that didn't feel...fake. In the very least the tea was not fake. A delicious Honey Vanilla Lavender was warm, relaxing, and very real. And eased his nerves about all the annoying children walking about gawking about their little pet monsters. Ugh. |