H A R B I N G E R
Neon lights flashed false messages. ||The best place to eat in all land!!|| A bold statement for an establishment that looked as though it had been punched into a wall by an unsteady hand. There wasn’t much to look at to state its praises, clearly full of themselves, yearning for the wandering gut to step forward and play a game of Russian roulette with their stomachs.
“Perfect.”
He didn’t make any other consideration, scoffing at the message and its perfect undertones as he stepped in. Ezra flashed a smile at the server who appeared to be etched out petrified wood, stone-like and unmoving. This was the type of place that sung stories in the moonlight, took notes in their names, and never once wrote them into permanence.
This was the type of place he adored most of all.
“The house special s’fine...thank you.” His voice rolled smoothly within the vacant space, freeing tiny particles of dust from an old statue that was placed near the register. He didn’t bother making much eye contact through the hazy lenses on his face. Simply put, he was tired, a point in which he could almost taste the bitterness of exhaustion. Even in the lavish expanse of the city above, he enjoyed the tiny hidy holes people wouldn’t even bother to raise a brow at. Invisibility was his strong suit, he wore it like armor.
A drink was poured, ushered across the dingy counter to rest beside a tattooed arm. On the other side, a cybernetic limb tapped metallic fingers to the beat of its own drummer. He turned over, he wasn’t expecting anyone let alone would have even bothered to think that anyone would find a place as repulsive as this a place of refuge. Intrigue forced his head to cock to the side, his glasses dipped down exposing a glint in his eyes, “So what’s your story?” curiosity was his mistress.