(arms folded to stave off the chill, lit cigarette hanging from his mouth, jonas waits for zagreus outside of the bar. it's sprawling interior is lively, mirth seeing a lot of foot traffic from restless searching for any way to dilute their sorrows, but going in now would mean going in alone; he's not yet prepared for that.
dutifully, then, he toes at the curb in old sneakers, wondering about this and that. should he have found new clothes to wear? will he make it awkward? should he have invited others along to better mask his social flaws?
it's too late now, unwilling to stand zagreus up. it'll be fine, just chill out.)
(closed) for zagreus.
dutifully, then, he toes at the curb in old sneakers, wondering about this and that. should he have found new clothes to wear? will he make it awkward? should he have invited others along to better mask his social flaws?
it's too late now, unwilling to stand zagreus up. it'll be fine, just chill out.)