mitchell_bh (mitchell_bh) wrote in whoville, @ 2009-09-06 07:53:00 |
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It was night time in a quiet place that was selling what approximated as coffee, off from the main stretch of New New York. Mitchell had been nursing a cup for the last hour, risking the glares of the cafe owner, eking out the last of the coffee's heat through his fingerless gloves. He was deep in thought, had been for some time now, and he was sick of it.
Sick of just his own thoughts keeping him company, sick of missing people, and just so damn sick of feeling so damn sick.
His head looked up when someone came into the cafe, and he risked a small smile. "Hi there," he said softly.