It's the message encoded in the blast of music, or Chiff itself, that gave her away.
He sits quietly by a table in the thick of a potential crowd forming, talk abuzz and faces that may or may not be familiar. Better to be seen than unseen at this point. When Anan makes her way to his corner, he finally looks up. Roland's hair is tied up so high it looks shorter than it's ever been, a bun hidden underneath a cap. Their eyes meet as his finger taps the side of the nutritea he ordered out of instruction.
"Then where in the universe are we?" He wipes the cold sweat off the glass, his voice a barely audible whisper. "How do we get out of this, Anan?"
If others were to join him, there was more than enough room to gather. Tables unoccupied, seats not taken. Roland doesn't even drink out of his glass, too focused, too worried, mouth set straight.
roland + 1's ( open to threadjacking or groups. )
GO MOONDUST CAFE
ORDER NUTRITEA.
It's the message encoded in the blast of music, or Chiff itself, that gave her away.
He sits quietly by a table in the thick of a potential crowd forming, talk abuzz and faces that may or may not be familiar. Better to be seen than unseen at this point. When Anan makes her way to his corner, he finally looks up. Roland's hair is tied up so high it looks shorter than it's ever been, a bun hidden underneath a cap. Their eyes meet as his finger taps the side of the nutritea he ordered out of instruction.
"Then where in the universe are we?" He wipes the cold sweat off the glass, his voice a barely audible whisper. "How do we get out of this, Anan?"
If others were to join him, there was more than enough room to gather. Tables unoccupied, seats not taken. Roland doesn't even drink out of his glass, too focused, too worried, mouth set straight.