[SE] Writing the day away

i've become a master at breaking my own heart with simple thoughts,

He didn’t usually get out much, but when he did there was something to be said about the places he went. Usually, it was all for errands, for places that he was expected to be. But for today? He’d finished his chores early, and now it was lunch time before he had to fully commit to running his errands. So he goes to the usual place, this little tavern – still not quite braving the idea of the Kraai despite both people who ran it had been quite comfortable around him – at least the people in this particular one didn’t seem to mind him all that much.

So he arrives, the little bag with him that holds the things he’s to give away, finding an empty seat beside someone that seems vaguely familiar though he can’t really place it well – the fact Glas struggled to look at anyone’s face was a hindrance in this scenario – so he tries to keep his things to himself. He asks for water and the usual thing he gets for lunch, before settling in and taking a peek at the writing the other man is doing.

It doesn’t really make sense, but he gnaws on his lip regardless, unsure how to even start the conversation or whether he wants to have a conversation or not. So he sits, idly, in silence, watching the shelves of bottles and food move around the back, biting his tongue and biding his time.

dreams and hopes that are impossible to achieve

GLAS