Below My Feet || Tuah & Dani
The smell of clove and tobacco intermingled together in the air around him as he smoked his kretek, a black clove cigarette, as he watched the crowd outside the cafe absentmindedly. He was leaning against the wall outside of the shop, leg propped against the wall and his empty hand in his jeans. He loved the way people walk, roughly in one direction, weaving a little, something chatting as they passed by. Tuah watched them, some heads down and lost in thought, and wondered in sonder of their own little worlds.
Tuah heaved a sigh, running his hand through his salt and pepper hair. The first symptom had passed for him when he noticed that his heightened speed had returned, and so was his motor skills. He was glad that there wouldn’t be any incident involving his inability to control his strength after this. The second symptom did not worry him, since was merely turning old appearance wise. At least that’s what he interpreted when the news had spread. He was more worried about the third symptom, since he was already beginning to feed more often than before, and still felt hungry afterwards. Perhaps he should take Bella’s offer bathing himself in blood if it was proven to be somewhat helpful.
Another sigh escaped him as he blew the last smoke from his cigarette, stuffing it into the pocket sized ashtray, and was making his way back into the cafe when he bumped into someone. “Ah shit,” the curse flew from his mouth before he could stop himself. He glanced at the woman in front of him, hand raised hovering in the air between them. “Ah, my apologies, miss. I wasn’t paying attention when I was walking just now.”
