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Caius camillus departed his place of employment once again and took a vreath shakily, looking about for that terribly nosy women whom kept badgering him to find himself blessedly alone, and shut his eyes before quietly beginning the walk to the truck stop he frequented to shower, worly possessions packed into his backpack. While working full time, he owned little, spending money on hot meals and saving for a space he noticed open often in a quiet area of town, a place for a dream. One day he'd own a proper shop og his own, stocked in incenses, singing bowls, crystals, herbal odds and ends, and more. But first caius had to find his way in the world.

Somehow, he'd ended up across the country, departing awrrlw for destiny city without remembering it, but... He lost some years last he saw the group of senshi whom said they helped him, and he trusted them. He had to, having nothing, and returning to family was impossible... And it hurt thinking of.

Caius shook his head and walked for the eateries near the truck stop first, examining the fast food with disdain before choosing the in-stop restaurant for it's comforting smells and, he admitted, warm pie and cold ice cream on it, affording a weak smile to the waitress as she took his drink order, and he looked down at the menu, eyes half lidded in pensive thought. Gobleki tepe. Oh, how he feared powering again. Power prickled wrong, power was dangerous, power was... Not meant for him and he avoided magic of that nature, but the senshi encouraged him anyhow, even if the power might corrupt him -- she seemed to think him fine. His tea arrived and he chse to steep a packet of mint, and inhaled the scent as it steeped, calming his mind and body, smiling faintly under his stubble. He liked these quiet moments. The peace before--

"What'll it be, honey?" the waitress knew him well. A kind woman, one blessed with motherly graces and kind features, and caius looked up slowly. She always waited on him anymore and he had a feeling he was her project. Ignoring her alone was suicide.

"A...Ah..." he said wisely, then chuckled. "The minestrone, a plate of spaghetti, and for dessert, a cherry pie a la mode." he ordered in a voice soft as satin and warm and rumbling as a cat's purr. The woman smiled, taking his menu.

"Treatin' yourself, caius?" she asked, and he nodded.

"I'm so close, sandra. I've near enough to make a bid got a small lot near where I mean to end, and I mean to take advantage once I've money for that and stock." he sniffed his tea, and removed the tea bag neatly, suppling a little sweetness of sugar before sipping. Sandra nodded, worry on her face. Caius sighed. "I plan to insure the place, with the madness in this city." he reassured. She nodded.

"Would be a pity, losing a shop and home after you got it dear. Ah! The husband was asking adrwe toye golist plna..."

A thinly veiled invitation but one earning a warm look from the worn down man and he looked up, long, uncut hair -- haircuts were a frivolity! - dancing as he moved, and he chuckled.

"I'm pagan sandra dear, I celebrate yule. But I'd be delighted to be counted amongst your kin for the holidays."

"Oh! Well, ah... Good! We're looking forwards to it, dear!" sandra pat him, moving back to work, and caius sighed, smiling slightly into his tea, and shut his eyes. Maybe gobleki tepe did need to exist -- to protect the people like sdandra and her family. And maybe that would allow him to move forwards.