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A restless sigh fills the humble studio. The male closes his eyes as he puts down the piece of equipment he had been fiddling and twinkling with for nearly five hours straight. Another sigh escapes his lips, tilting his head back slightly to the direction of the ceiling while pressing his back to the chair. Nothing was working out for him. The technician had his head in the clouds for the majority of the day, unable to focus for long periods of time as the weight of the significance behind today’s specific date creeps in the back of his mind and hangs heavy on his shoulders. He runs his fingers through his platinum blonde locks with frustration as the nth sigh fills the room once again. Cyrus decides to call it a night, knowing he would not be able to get anything else done in this condition, wraps himself with his white hooded cloak and locks up his studio.
His steps lead him to a familiar road, somewhere slightly further away from the center of the main city of Pandora, knowing that a certain spaceship will be appearing right on schedule. He would rather be there than drown himself in his thoughts at home where no one can save him from his own misery.
The ship is exactly where it should be and Cyrus enters with swift steps, beelining straight to a vacant stool at the bar. He is indifferent to the rest of the patrons and makes no eye contact as he settles himself before the table. He takes his hood off, solid white eyes piercing in contrast to the subdued lights of the establishment, and props his elbows up on the table, burying his face in his hands once again.
It is not like him to seek out a bar, of all places, as a coping mechanism for his inner turmoil. He cannot even handle a shot of alcohol in his system for the consequences were not worth potentially injuring his seven feet form when he passes out and endure a horrible headache as soon as he is able to open his eyes the next morning, but just the familiar atmosphere itself helps calm his emotions down way more than his own apartment.
A sigh escapes his lips and is too lost in his own thoughts to greet or even notice a friend on the other side of the bar giving him a knowing look.