[Hymn #43] [Movement] ~Smorzando~

[nightcrossed]

[It's around closing time at Cafe Demois and if any of the remaining customers were taking note, one of the waitresses was not being her usual polite and proper self. Actually, she was being especially quiet. Had she looked anyone in the eye recently or asked if they needed another cup of tea or a coffee? Well, probably not.

In fact, Tear had been scrubbing on the same table for precisely twelve minutes and eighteen seconds. There was the lingering issue of the recent disappearances of several friends to be sure, but there was also that... Well, at least with a little time, she could only assume the latter would simply go away.

She is obviously preoccupied with her thoughts. The table, on the other hand, is a gleaming piece of work. It probably hasn't been this clean in months, if ever. Interrupt? Yes / No]

Comments

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

...You...do realize you've been scrubbing the same table for over ten minutes, right?

[allnaturalmagic.livejournal.com]

[Terra had been lingering at the cafe, not really wanting to leave - and she couldn't help but notice how the waitress seemed to be cleaning the same table over and over again.]

Ah... miss? Are you okay?

[sortavaluable.livejournal.com]

You all right? You're looking pretty out of it.

[halberdvshield.livejournal.com]

...Is there something wrong with the table, miss?