[ The storm doesn't seem to be slowing down or going away anytime soon, and Oswald wonders just how late the cafe is open until. Maybe it's one of those twenty-four hour places. Maybe they won't mind him staying until the worst of it is over. He couldn't be the only one, after all. Sure, some people are here for the coffee, the mediocre music, but any port in a storm right? And the more Oswald reassures himself of that much, the easier it is to breathe, at least.
Despite all that, he wasn't expecting someone in a similar situation to actually come up and ask to sit with him. Lost in his thoughts and irrational fears as he was, Oswald didn't notice the stranger until he spoke, and he jumped a bit in his seat in surprise. ]
Oh-- [ when did it get so crowded in here? Though- gosh, he probably looks like a fright. Running a hand through his hair, Oswald shrugs. ] Sure, I suppose, if you'd like. I'm sure I could find somewhere else. [ this man might have friends joining him, after all. ]
Not necessary. [Takeshi sits, cringing slightly at the wet mess he leaves behind. He sips his tea, listening to the music without craning his neck around to see the band.
Just then, a particularly bright flash of lightning strikes and the power goes out, a collective groan issuing from the other patrons.]
[ At first, Oswald was starting to think it would be okay. Maybe having someone else for his focus to switch to would help ease his apprehension. But that's when the lightning strikes, one of the nearest, loudest booms of thunder since the storm started and he jumps, suddenly thankful he wasn't holding his coffee mug then.
But it's too much, his heart is racing and his palms are sweaty, and he lowers his head to his arms on the table. He's probably making the stranger uncomfortable, but panic is making it too difficult to be apologetic. ]
[ He was right, he'd given the stranger cause for concern. But Oswald was thinking the man would be made uncomfortable and leave, not actually ask how he is.
Lifting his head, Oswald nods, though not very confidently. ] I'll be-- I'm fine. [ a hand runs through his hair as he takes a deep breath. ] I ... apologize. It's nothing. I don't mean to disturb you.
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Despite all that, he wasn't expecting someone in a similar situation to actually come up and ask to sit with him. Lost in his thoughts and irrational fears as he was, Oswald didn't notice the stranger until he spoke, and he jumped a bit in his seat in surprise. ]
Oh-- [ when did it get so crowded in here? Though- gosh, he probably looks like a fright. Running a hand through his hair, Oswald shrugs. ] Sure, I suppose, if you'd like. I'm sure I could find somewhere else. [ this man might have friends joining him, after all. ]
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Just then, a particularly bright flash of lightning strikes and the power goes out, a collective groan issuing from the other patrons.]
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But it's too much, his heart is racing and his palms are sweaty, and he lowers his head to his arms on the table. He's probably making the stranger uncomfortable, but panic is making it too difficult to be apologetic. ]
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Are you alright? [He's heard of children being afraid of the dark, but this guy seems a little old for that.]
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Lifting his head, Oswald nods, though not very confidently. ] I'll be-- I'm fine. [ a hand runs through his hair as he takes a deep breath. ] I ... apologize. It's nothing. I don't mean to disturb you.