@murderousculinarian - liked for a starter!
It was unfamiliar to him. Life outside of confinement, a breath worth freedom. It had been so long since he had experienced the blue of the sky, or the wince from the overwhelming light of sun. The air tingled the far corners of the interior of his mouth, touching that bit right before his throat. It was almost unreal.
The opportunity to experience this new world. The opportunity to find his--
Aster looked up to meet the gaze of a man. It was then the building seemed to build around him, the tiled floor sliding in beneath his feet, the walls with ornate wallpaper peeling like strips. The seat beneath him seemed to place a weight on him, despite his resting.
How long had he been here in this restaurant?
And, this man’s gaze... It was like he could see Aster. More than the exterior, but everything he has done. That mission, the facility, he--
“Uhm... Excuse me, are you the waiter?”