Cafe: Multi-pup and OTA
A Saturday evening, and the village was warm. So it was time for iced bean tea, as far as Stildyne was concerned.
He'd been here near two years There was an itch in him to move, one he didn't fully understand; he'd blame it on planetary weather. Something about spring stirred vestigial parts of him, made him fidget with his cup of drink-- shifting it an inch back, an inch forward across the surface of the table in front of him, large shoulders squaring and relaxing as if he was preparing for a fight.
Across the way he saw Marcone, that mechanic with the faded green eyes; they knew each other, a bit. The man looked calmer than Stildyne, making light conversation with Aubrey's new man at the marina. What was his name. Wentworth, there it went.
Stildyne watched as the two separated as they were handed their orders, each taking their table to drink alone-- Wentworth with a paper, Marcone to watch people. He didn't have as much patience to wonder about their conversation as he might have. He itched, down to the soul.
[Frederick Wentworth, John Marcone, and Stildyne all OTA - just say who in the subject line.]
He'd been here near two years There was an itch in him to move, one he didn't fully understand; he'd blame it on planetary weather. Something about spring stirred vestigial parts of him, made him fidget with his cup of drink-- shifting it an inch back, an inch forward across the surface of the table in front of him, large shoulders squaring and relaxing as if he was preparing for a fight.
Across the way he saw Marcone, that mechanic with the faded green eyes; they knew each other, a bit. The man looked calmer than Stildyne, making light conversation with Aubrey's new man at the marina. What was his name. Wentworth, there it went.
Stildyne watched as the two separated as they were handed their orders, each taking their table to drink alone-- Wentworth with a paper, Marcone to watch people. He didn't have as much patience to wonder about their conversation as he might have. He itched, down to the soul.
[Frederick Wentworth, John Marcone, and Stildyne all OTA - just say who in the subject line.]