Starlight Cookies and Moonlight Milk (4) : A new shop has opened up, just in time for the Star Festival! It doesn’t have anything on the menu except for Starlight Cookies and Moonlight Milk, but they are the talk of the town! Everyone who’s anyone has tried them, and without a doubt, they’re the most delicious things that they’ve ever tasted! Though...the reviews don’t mention that after you've had any, your eyes begin to glow strangely and sparkle like little galaxies are swirling within them. It’s beautiful, if a little strange! The effect fades after an hour, and your vision isn’t impacted...though, if you go to try the cookies again, the shop seems to have disappeared…
Wasted time was easily among Rakovanite's least favorite things. His time was extremely finite and so valuable because of how little of it he actually got to spend on himself. If he wasn't at work or tending his powered duties or sleeping, he should actively be doing something that pleased or bettered himself in some way. It was the simplest concept he could conceive of: spend limited resources appropriately. Don't waste what couldn't be returned to you.
He'd wanted to spend his evening with Basyl. No dice. The other man was pulling a double shift overnight and had sounded near delirious when Nataniel had called him. It seemed unwise to intrude beyond that. But he'd hyped himself up with that thought in mind. See Basyl. It was disappointing to be turned down, and it left him feeling that a certain expectation hadn't been met.
No matter. Basyl had become his primary source of attention over the past few months, but he wasn't Nataniel's only source of attention. He could do what he'd done before and go out to a bar, have a drink, and find someone that he could get along well enough with for an hour or so.
That was what he'd done.
And got all of nowhere for his efforts.
Absolutely ******** ridiculous to be out on a Saturday night during a city festival and come up with nothing. What did he even go anywhere for, if only to achieve less than nothing (less, because he'd had to spend that ever-valuable time on this fruitless expedition).
He'd left his house. He should get something out of it.
Nataniel hadn't been planning to power up that night, but he was already out. He was already out, and he didn't want to go home frustrated and annoyed and empty-handed. That was how Rakovanite found himself perched atop one of the downtown shops, an active business even at this hour hour of the night. They apparently dealt in unique festival treats, and the hype for the commodity was very real. He'd entertained the idea of rewarding Calaverite with such a treat, but it seemed like more of a hassle than it'd be worth.
Rakovanite sat on the rooftop, one leg straight out before him and the other bent up at the knee, with his elbow resting across it. A half-empty bottle was at his side, fingertips idly toying around the rim, and his dark eyes were red-rimmed behind his glasses.
He would claim he sat because he didn't want anyone in the line to see him, and the bottle was only something to occupy himself with when the task at hand was so dull. Even at this distance, the crowd was easy enough to drain from inconspicuously. They never need see him not hardly feel the loss of what he took. But Rakovanite deserved something easy after the s**t evening he had.
He wasn't going to complain, but if his typically blank expression had taken on something more of a grimace, it wouldn't be him that noticed.
