[with dusk barely setting in, he decided to make his way to the restaurant that Tyranny had very kindly reserved for him.
the restaurant was small- compared to the ones closer into the city- but still very nice.
he checked into the reservation, and the waitress brought him back into the dining room, the space seeming smaller due to the dim lights.
the table they were heading to had an occupant already- he was supposed to be here alone, wasn’t he?]
[ @draags-national-clerk ]
[as he draws closer, he realizes who it is
the dictator sits across the table, but he looks… different. Smaller, almost, without his slightly too big uniform and imposing cape. This time, he’s wearing a suit.
He sits with his legs crossed, picking at the sleeve of his jacket]
