@homoga
He was at that underground Cat Cafe again. That place was the one he felt safest when in Japan, no one would recognize him, the menu was all sweet and the purring of the felines would sooth his worries away. Even alone, he enjoyed his time there. He was sitted quietly at a table in a hidden corner of the place, his lips resting against the porcelain that was warm from the hot chocolate inside, but he wouldn’t drink it. He was just enjoying the scent, letting it flood his soul as he relaxed. That until he noticed someone staring at him. He stared back, brows furrowing as he tried to recognize the person, but failing to do so. Was it maybe a fan? Someone he worked with before? What should he do? Just ignore them? Go talk to them? He sips a little from his chocolate and waits to see if the person would move closer.
