by Mayiamaru » Wed May 30, 2012 8:01 am
Dex pulled his jacket closer around him, feeling the rain soak his hair as he started walking again. He could feel Ain moving in his hood, enough to make him laugh a little. It was almost like having a mouse in his hood, one that could talk like a person… The thought was unsettling, but knowing what he had nestled in the crook of his hood, he grinned. Layla would get a kick out of this. With Ain so close, he was able to hear her pretty well, his eyes fixed on the sidewalk so he wouldn't look too suspicious. Talking to his hood wouldn't exactly seem all too normal.
"She's getting herself wasted again… I just don't want to be 'round her right now." He grumbled, looking up and catching a few raindrops on his hand. He knew this area like he knew the smell of alcohol, the sound of his mother's voice when she was being difficult. He understood it all, but still. "I'm going to run for it, so hang on, okay." He said lightly before pulling the top of his hood over Ain's head to keep her from falling out. He could always get a danish or something, let her have some since she was bound to have had a little trouble getting something good to eat while being that small. He trotted up the street he ran over every day, his eyes bright as he ran past all the time and to the little nameless cafe that he frequented when he was in a bad mood, or a good mood for that matter.
"I'll have a coffee and one of your DUTCH Danishes, Luke." He said with a light smile on his face, walking up to the counter as the man behind the counter nodded back to him and turned himself around. "Stay hidden a while longer, kay?" He whispered into his shoulder just before Luke brought Dex his coffee. The DUTCH Danishes were what Luke made. They weren't Dutch styled at all. He called it DUTCH because it was a Double layered Utopia of Tangy Chocolate Heaven. One of the more disgusting looking danishes in the world, but delicious for some odd reason. There was an orange jam filling, chocolate coating the top and the inside of the danish. As disgusting and lumpy as it looked, Dex had to admit that it was good.
Once he got his food and his fin, he took one of the tiny ketchup containers and a few packets of sugar with him over to the table he would always sit at by the window, sitting himself down and reaching back into his hood the second that Luke went into the back room again to do some baking. "C'mon out. No one should bother you. It's raining, so not many people get out."