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( —it could be a fact that he’s constantly roaming outside, and willing to contribute to the countless number of people during peak hours and squeeze through the crowd to gather at wherever will home the most fascination. he’s heard a handful of positivity for this newly opened food court, and also the attention it draws with its supposed magnificent tastes. he crinkles his brows at every bump of his shoulder against hasty strangers rushing and weaving past occupied tables with dangerously unstable plates of food in their hands. sighing, he clutches his box of warm pizza closer and scans around hopefully for the sight of a vacant seat. his steps quicken when his eyes finally lay upon an empty spot opposite another unfamiliar seated figure. he lays the box down onto the available half of the table and leans lower, a grin painting his lips as he takes his first glance at the stranger. ) hey, do you mind if i take a seat here?
[ : a light flutter of her eyelids and she returns to the reality she despises facing. and yet again, she is faced with a situation she can’t explain. the plate of food before her has grown cold, probably long ago, and she hasn’t even touched it. most likely because it’d be an unnecessary intake. it has been a habitual buy, mindless and now it only brings her agitation. it has been almost two months, she believes, and every little bit of humanity that still lingers in her veins, alongside ashes and glass, always makes Sun feel weak. she throws her hair over her shoulder, light brown curls falling perfectly as always, as her eyelids slant, hiding red irises. about to sink back into thoughts, she’s interrupted and it makes her eyes snap up to the stranger, brows lowering for a second before she shrugs a bit too lazily.] Sure. [: her voice is monotone and she moves her own tray of untouched food aside, merely letting her fingertip circle the rim of an empty glass. ]