Oh how he hated dull mornings. Growling as he kicked at a random piece of trash, Syrius was walking along the road Popular Avenue to the 24 hour cafe located there only to find people sullenly standing outside it... What! A all-night cafe was closed?! This screamed the impossible in Syrius' mind but it was true, right before his eyes. Growling again at how his prospective cup of coffee-- well, a pot of coffee --was taken away from him to brighten his mood and prospects of today. Things to steal, people to scam, books to read, graffiti to draw... So many possible things in the world to do and none would be presented due to the lack of brownish-black elixir known as coffee.
Crossing his arms and simply pulling his hoodie down low to cover his eyes, Syrius growled and grunted to himself as he observed those awaiting the coffee shop's opening as well. Namely male men of varying ages but also a few females who appeared to be a bit young. Curious. Humming a random tune to himself as he waited, Syrius noticed a single man with a cart pull up and inquire as to a package needing to be delivered. Not staring rudely nor with anger, Syrius noticed those nearby all appeared to be a bit more open with their emotions then he would himself. Aka, the poor mailman got a half dozen or so grumpy, sad or tired looks from most of the people. Being no where near the door himself, Syrius didn't bother with thinking of the package and just waited for now.
As time passed, Syrius noticed that the road appeared to be having car troubles... more like bus troubles. Again, his uncaring spirit was not wrinkled by the fact that people were being pressed for time to get to work, appointments and whatever else normal people did. Wait, wasn't he a normal person himself? Shrugging at the intruding thought, he got back on track. He didn't care, but didn't mean he didn't want to satisfy bored curiosity while he waited. Coming from his spot on the ground, Syrius continued to hum but now to the sound of some song from the band Gorillaz that he could hear coming from the bus. Unable to figure out what was going on, he simply shrugged and noticed that the coffee shop was opened now. Whooping happily in delight, Syrius rushed in to the prospect of coffee and a possible side to go with it. Coffee, then move on to devising his schedule today and maybe even tomorrow. Today might not be so bad after all!
Alistair scanned the dark alleyway. He took out his pocket watch. It read 12:00am. The smell of half-burnt batter wafted out from Casa D’ Waffles even at this time of night. As he looked out into the darkness again, he had the feeling that he was being watched, that Syrius was hiding somewhere nearby. As he walked farther down the alleyway, a man hopped off of a roof, and landed with a swish in front of him. “You are the great Syrius Hawkins, I presume?” Alistair inquired. “That’s me.” Hawkins replied....
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