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Who: Walter and you
Where: Plaza
When: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Open
[Today, Walter breaks his typical routine by heading down to the plaza. Normally, he would check on Shirley first but lets her be, and goes out without the usual cape to boot. He doesn't appear nearly as tense, though his posture is still guarded; careful.
Upon seating himself in an outdoor cafe, a familiar waitress attends him.]
Hello there! Oh . . . you look a little different today. Waiting for someone?
[Walter stares, and she continues on on an assumption.]
Here's some water, free of charge. I'll be back once your girlfriend comes!
[But he came alone. And alone he is, sitting near a fountain with an untouched, full cup of water, across an inversely empty chair. If he had to answer why he's there, he wouldn't be able to supply a reasonable answer. There's . . . nothing else to do.
He just looks out of place. There's a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, and it's steadily beginning to irk him despite his otherwise cooler disposition.]
Where: Plaza
When: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Open
[Today, Walter breaks his typical routine by heading down to the plaza. Normally, he would check on Shirley first but lets her be, and goes out without the usual cape to boot. He doesn't appear nearly as tense, though his posture is still guarded; careful.
Upon seating himself in an outdoor cafe, a familiar waitress attends him.]
Hello there! Oh . . . you look a little different today. Waiting for someone?
[Walter stares, and she continues on on an assumption.]
Here's some water, free of charge. I'll be back once your girlfriend comes!
[But he came alone. And alone he is, sitting near a fountain with an untouched, full cup of water, across an inversely empty chair. If he had to answer why he's there, he wouldn't be able to supply a reasonable answer. There's . . . nothing else to do.
He just looks out of place. There's a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, and it's steadily beginning to irk him despite his otherwise cooler disposition.]
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...
And then he pauses again.]
Aren't you going to eat?
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[Eat it for him so the waitress doesn't feel bad.]
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... Then why did you order?
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[Honestly, Tiir.]
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But he can't worm himself out of this, so he reaches for the scone and takes an anticlimactically dull bite out of it.]
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Are you certain you're not on drugs?
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You're behaving a bit oddly. Why are you staring at me?
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I'm not going to look away the whole time.
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[omnomnom.
Pause—]
... You should eat.
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[One whole bite. It would be silly to walk around with a half-eaten scone, so he lifts it again to finish. He's still not hungry, but now is the time to get some food into his system, meager as the portion is.
Attention focused, he quietly finishes the rest of the scone. Then he wipes his hands on a napkin and leaves his seat. As he pushes the chair in before him, he looks at Tiir.]
If you're finished, we're done. She'll take care of everything.
[By whom he means the meddlesome waitress.]
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[Well, he's done as well, so likewise, he stands up and pushes the chair back in.]
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Do you still consider yourself not human?
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Of course.
[He doesn't see why that would ever change.]
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Even though he's inclined to not brush Tiir off instantly, that's still something they're not going to agree on, it seems like.
He turns away.]
I'm heading back.
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Back to her?
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[They live next door, so to speak. The big difference today is that he didn't knock to see her first thing.]
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[There's an oddly wistful tone to the terse reply, and Walter takes off.]