a time to forget | zen

Theo stood stiffly before the entrance of the Oak Town banquet. With the doors still shut, the sign was dangling clearly through the glassy surface as the unease of a storm was gradually rolling over the place of history. Every rustic building stood tall on the winding slope which clung to the mountain, the heavy weight of the air even colder than it was below. Not that it could have been comparable to the merciless torrent of Mt. Hakobe's brutal and never-ending climate. Still Theo was reminded about how valuable this time was. Concealed skies ruined his chance for a good time. Still he kept himself settled beneath the cover of the doorway, his jaded gaze continuing to eye the sign for assistance. Not that there had been any point— Theo let a sigh depart past his lips, tiredly lowering his sightings to the cool earth.

He had come here to help. Whatever chance the Master of the snakes had offered, when he was not bemused with being watchful and attending to the bar, there was a chance for being normal. The fact that he was trying to do so was more upsetting than anything. Sometimes, if not all the time, Theo wished he had just been so from the beginning. Maybe it was events like this that allowed him to feel enlightened. Even if it was only for a night.

The marked arm motioned, raising the hand towards the bottom of his left eye. Despite it being there, it was still difficult to perceive things clearly. He could feel the tissue convulsing, persistent on leaving behind a small scar that extended just over the brow. It hadn't been that long since he had last lost it, neither had it been since the clash with his friend. Quite directly their conversation had gone, backfiring into the frustration of one that could not handle being spoken as so. Theo didn't feel to great about what he had said— perhaps he could have spoken with a much more subtle manner, not that it was ever in his nature. When he thought about it persistently, the entirety of the situation made him feel hurt and restless.

Maybe this was just what he needed to forget.

Just nearly had he been so indulged by his own thoughts that the approaching voice scarcely broke through. A lighthearted flutter of words that startled Theo from his moment of gloom in the times that were contrast to his current reality. His hand slid from the measly scar, captivating gold brilliant even the beginning of such a cold and muggy setting that it glared through the start of fallen droplets. He felt a chill coming over him, not exactly dressed well for this type of weather.

The stranger to his right was just a bit taller than he was, though it had not been impending as to leave discomfort in the crane of his neck. Loathing for the current time, or perhaps wielding a grasp for being able to converse properly, his gaze wandered momentarily to the acute helix of his ears. Not entirely typical for someone that had first been presumed as human. Theo quickly reminded himself that the majority couldn't exactly remain normal in a world that thrived in magic. He lurched from his silent observation, deciding to seek out words that he had not bothered to find in the seconds that had passed.

"Y-Yes," Theo cleared his throat, looking elsewhere with a notable tension, "I'm here to help out with the drinks." moving towards the doors, the colorful display from the inside in comparison to the dullness of what lay in the cold was surprising. Theo felt out of place in sight of the fancy tables, food and well-kept individuals. His eyes wandered towards the stranger once again, "What about you?" the question was pressed with the door still open, assuming that the other had also stepped forward with the intent on entering. Either to indulge in a delicious meal or to help out as-well.