Who: Cain, Emmeline, anyone wandering around the Hargreaves Village who feels the need to bother them
What: Tea ♥
Where: The house Cain actually lives in
When: After Cain learns that Ayame is still alive
Rating: PG [subject to change]
Cain C Hargreaves was tired. No, that wasn't true. He was completely exhausted. And, truth be told, he had no idea why.
It had once again been some time since he'd curled up on the couch in his sitting room. If he recalled correctly, he'd even been sleeping in the basement the past few weeks. Things were odd and blurred to him. The teacup in his lap was a good thing to focus on, really. It was solid, warm in his hands, with the faint delicious scent of Earl Grey he so often associated with Riff.
Reality in his hands, warming his fingers so he'd remember to look up when Emmeline arrived.