catarou | OPEN POST

[ You know, there are rare moments when Gentaro is completely entranced by something. Or someone. Gentaro prefers to keep to himself, to keep people at a distance. It's safer that way, less unpleasant when things shift and change and slip through his fingers like sand. Gentaro floats through life, a ghost whose presence is marked by the books he writes, and he's prepared to let go of things at a moment's notice.

... Except...

He keeps coming to this bakery. It's pleasant and comfortable, and the food is excellent. The tea and coffee are, too. He comes to the bakery for the refreshments, and no other reason.

No other reason--not even the owner, with his bright eyes and disarming smile. Gentaro finds himself inexplicably drawn to Mitsuki, but he keeps his hand close to his chest. Still. It's impossible to not be affected by Mitsuki, so when he walks inside and sees him, Gentaro offers a smile. ]

Ah, good morning. You're as vibrant as ever, I see.

[7 AM isn't early for Hifumi. It's late. Very, very late. He ought to be in bed already, as he's usually very good about heading to the apartment straight from work, but last night was enough of a challenge that he wants to decompress before either subjecting Doppo to it, or trying to keep up a happy face for his best friend.

He's sitting in this sparsely populated cafe, having taken a table in a corner around a set of dividing pillars. There's only one other table in this section, and it's really only big enough for one person to sit comfortably, so he feels safe. He can just sit here and relax until he feels ready to face the sun properly.

His jacket is off, laid across his lap for now as he sips his espresso and thumbs through something on his phone while humming a familiar upbeat tune.

Honestly, nobody's going to want to sit back here, so he's totally at ease! It's just too out of the way, unless you're really trying to get some privacy!]

mitsooki

hi i'm here