Snippet #2408167

Ezra was busy stuffing his face with the food he had bought. Now that all the adrenaline had gone, the winged man found himself fatigued with hunger. He'd been there before. This cafe was nowhere new... Yet, the air of the place was different. It made him oddly wary and intrigued at the same time. The hot chocolate burned his throat as he gulped it down, but he ignored the sharp pain as his dark eyes finally glanced around the room. There were two young women, each sitting alone, attractive, but still... kind of strange. Then there was a young man, around the same age as himself... looking slightly worn. Ezra squinted. The poor guy didn't even have any food in front of him. Ezra felt kind of sheepish and looked away. He seriously felt like a glutton, eating like he was. Except... the hunger pangs never stopped until he was full. He glanced back and was mildly surprised to see a little girl near the guy without food. Ezra pushed the empty tray away. He could have sworn she wasn't there a minute ago. Ezra pushed the blond hair away from his eyes and sneaked another peek, and what he saw made his eye brows raise in slight confusion.

Now there was a guy standing in the middle of the room, standing perfectly straight, confidence was almost oozing out of his pores as he swept his gaze around the cafe. Ezra felt himself stiffen warily as piercing eyes locked with his for a fraction of a second. When he began speaking, the young, lithe freak, pulled his wings in closer, listening intently, his attention not wavering even for a second. His voice was smooth and business- like, an ordinary human would never doubt his words. However, ever since he was young, people in all shapes and sizes and colors had shown Ezra that he could never take anyone at face value. So he listened carefully, but impassively, calculating each word as if it had nothing to do with him. At least, if this was a sham, he'd get his wallet back. Even while taking a sip of his now-cooled hot chocolate, he started thinking up all the motives on why they'd steal his wallet in the first place. Sure, he had some cash, but...

The next few sentences had Ezra shifting in rapt interest.

"As you are all aware, there's something different about you— about us. And, to get right to the point, we're being hunted. Be it by the government, private organizations, or your neighbor, someone's out to get you. You might not have been alerted to this. You may not have experience any of this. But if you received that letter, if you've come to our attention, you can be assured that we know someone wants your life."

Everyone was out to get him... Were the others here, the same as him? They didn't have wings though, Ezra thought, a bit petulantly. He almost missed the man's next words. Refuge? Death? He's been alone almost all his life, people have chased him ever since he could start remembering. But he was still alive now. He wasn't going down that easily. No way. There was no refuge for people like him. In fact, he should start looking for a new apartment soon.

And it wasn't like he was putting anyone in danger. He didn't have loved ones. Ezra had a small group of contacts that he had become fond of... but no one knew of them. At least he hoped not. Though... he scratched the back of his neck, he had gotten shot at today. His wing still stung a bit. Then the lights turned off and when they came back on, the man was gone, leaving the girl and a white handkerchief behind. He chuckled quietly. A bit dramatic, was he?

This will be interesting. He should seriously stop doing things out on a whim... but... Yawning, Ezra stretched and unfolded his legs, he put the tray away. Then smiling softly, he walked to the girl, forgetting about the others in the cafe with him.

"Hey there, aren't you cute." Ezra grinned amicably as he squatted down to be face to face with the little girl. "Tell the big man, I accept."