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♠Trollish♠ wrote:
Username -- Trollish
Name -- Benni
Gender -- Male
Color -- Blue -- Rain + Blueberry Macaroons
He watched the rain fall in droplets from the safety of the tree. The oak shaded him in the blazing daylight, but now it served as an umbrella for the rain. It spattered in speckles towards the greenery below. His eyes attempted to follow the sparkling drops of water as they skated by in tear streaks from the sky. Carefully, Benni removed himself from the protection of the tree, stepping out into the open air and the storming rain.
The drops slipped over his fur, skimming him like riverbugs on the surface of a lake. Below his feet the ringlets of puddles echoed his footsteps and those of the raindrops as well. He spun on his heels, he jumped and swirled; he danced with the rain. He was one with the environment; the atmosphere was his stage and the rain, his spotlight. Benni felt he was glowing, despite the cracking lightning and roaring thunder; he was safe here, and he was whole.
He breezed into the coffee shop with a faint jingle of the doorchime. He'd since draped a poncho over himself in attempt not to dampen anyone's business; but that didn't stop him from getting some odd or unsavory looks as the drenched man came in the door. He took a seat by the window, glancing out at the still pouring rain. The waitress was polite and chipper, serene as she glided over to him on sure feet.
"What can I get you today, sir?" She chirped, to which Benni paused before smiling softly.
"Three of those blue macaroons in the glass case and a cup of tea, if you'd be so kind." He gave a slight bow as she went off to grab the things he'd requested, mentally counting the sugar packets he'd need to sweeten the usually dull brown substance. He quite fancied those macaroons, however. They were blueberry, he'd been told, but to him they reminded of a much more nostalgic flavor. They brought forth the memory of his mother's blueberry pies; back from when things were prim, proper and traditional rather than confusing and ambiguous. It warmed his heart a bit to think of the old days, and so his mind drifted as the raindrops scattered by.
The waitress neatly placed the small plate in front of him along with a cup of tea. She flashed him another smile before disappearing, not allowing him the time to snap from his daze in order to thank her. He gave a small wave as she left, beaming in her direction before reclining in his chair and watching the rain out the window. Cars slid by on slippery roads while the distant crackle and pop of natural hazards could still be heard in the distance.
It was days like these that set Benni at ease.
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