Miles's smile dropped at Alavine's first exclamation, showing his surprise as to how audibly she responded. She wasn't as quiet as she was expected to be at all, was she? He shook her hand respectively though, let her introduce herself ("...Did she just bow? Was she a princess or something?"), and listened to her question about some nearby cake shop she was looking for, all the while starting new curiosities about her in his consciousness.
Was she new? Did she not know of the visions? Did she not know that she was sleeping? Oh my. The moment someone realizes they're in a comma isn't the best thing to experience in the world. Most people were quite angry when Miles tried to tell them. But Avaline -as she called herself- didn't seem the type to react in violent ways. Not yet, at least. She was pleasant. Perhaps he should bring it up while they talked at the coffee shop.
People passed by the two teens on the sidewalk, walking hastily, trying to hold on to the streets of their past memories. Two people had bumped into Miles, almost a reminder for him that the girl Avaline had asked a question. "...Oh! You mean that little cake shop on Smith Street? With the.. Ah... Cakes? I think I know that place. " Miles answered after a few moments of silence, his smile returning with a nod. He looked up to the sky for a second, trying to visualize the place. Plants in the front, Lady with a coffee always sitting outside.. He put his chin back own and turned his head, glancing around in all directions before finding and pointing his hand in the general direction of South. "It's a little walk down from here; just keep going straight, and you'll get there. The sidewalks get pretty crowded around now though, so I think it's best if you take the shortcut.. You know the shortcut, right?" Miles's voice got a little softer with his final statement. He blinked twice at her, then quickly took her hands in both of his with his chin up, eyes closed. "Think of the cake shop. What it looks like, smells like, sounds like, tastes like and..."
A marvelous feeling swept over the two as the image of their presence faded from the street. For a brief moment, like the tunnel between visions, colors, feelings and everything else of emotion, the whispers of the living could be distinguished from the people among the street. That moment quickly ended though, because by the time they would care to listen in, the sounds of dishes being clanged and chatters and sips took their place.
"...And we're here!" Miles opened his eyes and let go of her hands promptly, turning his head sideways to look around the shop. He stuck his hands into his pockets and with a smile and a tilt of his head, he mumbled, "It smells like ice cream.. Mm."
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Was she new? Did she not know of the visions? Did she not know that she was sleeping? Oh my. The moment someone realizes they're in a comma isn't the best thing to experience in the world. Most people were quite angry when Miles tried to tell them. But Avaline -as she called herself- didn't seem the type to react in violent ways. Not yet, at least. She was pleasant. Perhaps he should bring it up while they talked at the coffee shop.
People passed by the two teens on the sidewalk, walking hastily, trying to hold on to the streets of their past memories. Two people had bumped into Miles, almost a reminder for him that the girl Avaline had asked a question. "...Oh! You mean that little cake shop on Smith Street? With the.. Ah... Cakes? I think I know that place. " Miles answered after a few moments of silence, his smile returning with a nod. He looked up to the sky for a second, trying to visualize the place. Plants in the front, Lady with a coffee always sitting outside.. He put his chin back own and turned his head, glancing around in all directions before finding and pointing his hand in the general direction of South. "It's a little walk down from here; just keep going straight, and you'll get there. The sidewalks get pretty crowded around now though, so I think it's best if you take the shortcut.. You know the shortcut, right?" Miles's voice got a little softer with his final statement. He blinked twice at her, then quickly took her hands in both of his with his chin up, eyes closed. "Think of the cake shop. What it looks like, smells like, sounds like, tastes like and..."
A marvelous feeling swept over the two as the image of their presence faded from the street. For a brief moment, like the tunnel between visions, colors, feelings and everything else of emotion, the whispers of the living could be distinguished from the people among the street. That moment quickly ended though, because by the time they would care to listen in, the sounds of dishes being clanged and chatters and sips took their place.
"...And we're here!" Miles opened his eyes and let go of her hands promptly, turning his head sideways to look around the shop. He stuck his hands into his pockets and with a smile and a tilt of his head, he mumbled, "It smells like ice cream.. Mm."
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