On Any Other Day

[earthborn]

Who| Shepard And Her Adoring Fans
What| The Customer Complaints Desk Is [OPEN]
Where| A lovely little park outside a lovely little café on a quiet day when the sun is shining, just after a certain network post
When| The morning after Shepard's Exposé goes live.
Warnings/Notes| Talk of murder, genocide, cussing, and political discourse. God help us all.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, she's got a rail-thin barrista with a shock of violet-pink hair, and he keeps bringing her coffee from all the way across the street. On any other day, she'd call it perfect— he keeps sarcastically saluting her and she keeps sarcastically thanking him as 'private', and the coffee is damn good in addition to cheap and hand-delivered. On any other day.

But despite the shining weather and the convenient caffeine-drip, she's not set up here with the empty chair beside her own for the sake of simple joys.

Come at me, bro.

Comments

[gunshiptotheface]

"Yeah the reaper hoards are just starting their annual migrations, annihilating everything in it's path, a real must see." Too far? Perhaps a little since really, leaving the front was nothing if not difficult for him with his father and sister still back there in the ruins of what he called home.

[earthborn]

"Ah, the majestic Reaper in it's unnatural habitat. Pity they'll be extinct soon. Over-hunting, you know? Such a bitch."

[gunshiptotheface]

"Can't say it's unwanted, killing off all of the local fauna, they're more of a pest than an asset."