Calix took on the facade of a young boy, maybe 10 or 11. He did this by dressing in over sized clothes and acting as a child would; men and woman smiled as they walked by him on the street, some stopped him asking where his parents were. To this he would reply with a bright smile, ‘Dead.'
The teen soon found himself in his destination. A small coffee shop by the name of ’Anetiku’. After observing the 20th ward for a couple days, he had decided he would check out this place; it seemed calm enough, and out of the way enough to be a ghoul rest stop.
He walked through the door, and was immediately greeted with a ‘Welcome!’ It was warming for him, as he sat down; placing his small brief case holding his quinque on the seat beside him. If any ghouls were in the cafe, they would be wary of a man holding a suitcase no doubt, but a child usually proved to be a different story.
As a teen walked over, Calix smiled wide; it seemed she was going to take his order. He swung his legs like a child would, feet barely grazing the ground as he waited for the short haired female to get to him.
Work proceeds the usual course, simplistic and no holds bar rather trite. A guise to wear like all the other masks she’s donned before and none so different from the last. All for the sake of safety, a false sense of lingering security in the daylight’s shimmering splendor. Customers in, customers out and she remains the same. Stalwart. Unbreakable. Unhinged by the mere prospect of floundering amidst a crowd of close kept companions. She is not so weak.
Lame fear, fettered and fragile is not uncommon is a lady of her stature – the sight of a briefcase in steeled countenance and key gives cause for wary behavior and immediate jolt. It’s a sneer that she cannot hide that graces over a normally calm visage before taking stock of the petite boy that holds such a personal grievance for her and her ilk.
Licking chapped lips, she swallows thickly and fuses gingerly over personal appearances. Fingers diligently grab at a notepad, worn at the edges from use, and trots over with a measure of unseen caution.
❝Are you here to order? Do you know what you’ll be having?❞
The sooner he dines, the sooner he leaves. Child or no, she didn’t particularly mind laying waste to that which would harm her or her own.
