Mood(ier) Than Usual

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Who: Squall Leonhart and the bubble
Where: A coffee shop in the plaza
When: Morning
Style: Starting in action, feel free to change
Status: Open

[He could not get over it. Squall simply could not get over it. This murder fiasco left him with overwhelming guilt and a feeling of uselessness.

Squall hates feeling useless. And when he tried owning up to his failure, people kept trying to comfort and coddle him. And he couldn't understand why people wouldn't just accept his apologies.

Why is this so much harder than it should be?

Eventually, he stopped trying, needing some time to cool off and feel miserable in peace, so he headed for a coffee shop he visited fairly frequently. Unfortunately for him, the only available seating was outside. The shop had started serving a seasonal blend with pumpkin and spice, business was booming.

And as such, Squall is currently seated at an outdoor table with a pumpkin spice coffee in hand, and he is positively radiating negativity.

Talk to him? Or just ask how that coffee tastes, that's good too.]

Comments

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But you said it was Pumpkin Spice.

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It has pumpkin and spice.

[And of course the next question is "then why not call it that?"]

I didn't pick the name.

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I know. If you had picked the name it would probably be something like coffee with .05% spices.

I know what pumpkins are.

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[He would not have named it that! It would have been something more like "Pumpkin and cinnamon coffee." Simple names that actually tell the customer what they're getting.]

Do you really?

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[Tidus would prefer that, even if it does sound simple. At least it's specific enough.]

Of course. They're some kind of flavor.

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[Good enough, he guesses.]

Do you still want some?

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No thanks, I don't drink coffee.

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Then what do you drink?