above the noise.

[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

[well, after a good cleanup, he's in the main room and on a couch with a warm blanket over his head and shoulders. yeah, normal replicas don't throw around small balls of lightning, but he's not very normal.]

There's no sky here. Kind of makes living difficult.

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[torpid.livejournal.com]

I miss my city café view.

[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

--café?

[head tilt.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

It's like a tiny little place for lunch or coffee, usually.

You've never been to one?

[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

I've... never heard of one.

[looks down with a small blush.]

It sounds like the upper patio back home.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[smiles. how cute.]

I didn't have anything too extravagant like that back home, but the Café was really nice. It was on the corner of the street, so you got to see a lot of the crazy people walking around in the city when you sit down at the booths.

I usually came in at night, and that's when the real weirdos came out.

[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

[picks his head up a little jkfslafsa oh my god it's a Riku blush blush blushfest.]

S-So you can... watch people from it and--did you just stay there or...

[torpid.livejournal.com]

I played the piano for everyone. It was a well paying job, they couldn't find people good enough that didn't demand more than what they offered.

But I'm just a poor kid with a poor living space, so it was all I really needed.

[... he has a thing for headpatting Replikus, so here Atmos, have a hair ruffle.]

[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

[closes an eye at the headpat. he's far too used to them, and he's smiling a little shyly.]

--piano... that's like a harpsichord, right?