@starvowed // keito + mithra
There was something charming about the way the light played off the empty cans littered around the little green man. He looked troubled. But Mithra wasn’t about to let that ruin his day.
However, someone had once told him that staring was rude, no matter how obtuse the subject in question was. So he did the next best thing; sitting rights across from him. Scholar’s Walk looked like a place people came to relax and unwind, maybe throw bread crumbs at the ducks. But this guy stuck out like a sore thumb.
“If you were older looking, I would have thought you were trying to drink yourself to death.” Pressing a can he’d ‘liberated’ from a vending machine against the stranger’s forehead, he turned his nose against the scent radiating off the brightly colored energy drinks.
Realizing he wasn’t getting a response, he set the cold drink down, rolling his eyes when he saw that he’s been talking to someone sleeping sitting up. Well this was odd.
Pulling out a bottle from his pocket, he decided to borrow the stranger’s hand, absorbed in testing out a new nail color on his unknowing subject. “The least you can do is be useful, I suppose.”