Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2013 1:39:39 GMT
THE QUIET PITTER PATTER OF THE RAIN TAPPING ON THE OTHER SIDE of the glass hummed in sync with the clicks and clacks of the keyboard beneath his fingertips; stringing a few letters here, and threading words there, each divided by a flick to a space bar, Julius lifted his ten digits and stretched them a mere inch off of the laptop's surface, honey-colored irises gliding over the typed section of text. Once, thrice, he glanced over a sentence and pondered over it before deciding it was indeed strangely worded, then slap-slap-slapping his index onto the button labeled backspace. Back leaning against the chair, he angled his chin upward, back of his head bonking onto the rim of the four-legged furniture as a mumble fled under his breath: "... given this simple question..." recited the bespectacled youth to no one but the air, reviewing the choice of words in whispered, albeit altered, repetition ("bestowed this question? upon being given the question of?") before resting his elbow on the table, stature coiling forward. He slithered his gaze to the wet terrain beside him, clear window the only barrier that stood between and kept the premises dry. "Any idea when this'll let up?" he twisted his head over his shoulder, glancing at the occupant sitting near a table behind him, but upon receiving the mere answer of a grunt (that resembled a muffled "beats me"), Julius pushed his spine against his seat, feet digging into the tiles as he inched closer to the stranger's table. A bend upon his lips lifted at the corners to paint a cheeky grin, eyes brimming with the interest to start more of a conversation with the evidently disinterested half. Tongue curling against his palate, syllables were prohibited from taking verbal form when the chimes of a bell rang at the entrance of the café, seducing his attention. Noting the lack of available seating spaces, Julius was the first to stand and wave at the nameless newcomer, warmly offering, "Hey! Looking for a place to sit? There's an open seat right over here!" he shot a pointed finger at a chair in front of him, arranged across the table he currently claimed, "Lemme just get my stuff out of the way for ya! It'd only take a quick sec," assured the chipper writer, hurriedly taking no more than two steps to sweep his bag and hooded jacket from the surface of the seat. With an arm carrying his possessions and the other free to move about, Julius patted the top of the headboard of the chair—"Well? Make yourself comfy!"—and swiveled around to plop onto his own, draping his jacket over his seat's edge and setting the remaining belongings by his feet. open idk i needed something to do with this guy /sob |
