A random drabble I managed to work out in… an hour and a half I think. Anyways, as stated by it’s title, it’s based on an RP I took part in Iwaku forum, Shattered Mirror.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Shattered Mirror the RP. That belongs to Sirocco Kyuubi, the creator of the aforementioned RP. Neither do I own Kuske Harmonian (who belongs to Blank in Iwaku forum). But Querl is mine! All mine!

Author’s Note: The basic description of the cafe that they are sitting in goes like this.

“Though small, the cafe was by no means shabby. Quite the contrary, it is quite cozy with an interesting decor. Once one has pushed past the swinging doors, he would be presented the view of two differently designed table setting.

At the left side of the cafe are several tables with cushioned settees and couches with very modern decorative objects. The walls are painted a soft pink with several paintings hung against them.

On the right side, several wooden tables are set neatly in rows against the wall, which was been painted a light brown colour with wooden texture-like patterns. At each table, are two swings, dangling from the ceiling, at two opposite sides of the table. To ensure safety, ropes attached to the swings were also chained to the ground with some leeway to allow customers to swing gently on the swings without colliding against each other or the furniture.

Right in the middle of the cafe is the counter, which is also neatly divided into the two setting, complete with the neat division line that extended from the doorway, cut the ring shaped counter neatly into two differently coloured semicircles, and finally ended at the wall opposite to the doorway, where one could see the merging of the two colours at the center.”

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“You said that you work in a brothel?”

A clear question met him as he set both mugs of hot chocolate on the wooden table. The owner of the voice, none other than the redhead with emerald green eyes who sat at an end of the table where his arms were wound around the two ropes attached to both ends of the swing while he swung himself forward and backward on the sturdy wooden plank.

Kuske Harmonian. He had stated to be his name when he had introduced himself on their second meeting. A brief discussion after that had led him to further understanding of Kuske’s background and personality. Such as his identity as a hybrid between a human and an angel, and his past, which he had managed to sum up in no more than three sentences.

It was quite easy to tell that Kuske was more reserved than most, more willing to listen than to talk, and to watch than to act. In most of their conversations, Querl had been the one to speak, while he listened tentatively, the only signs of his attentiveness being the short comments that would flow from his mouth occasionally. Some mono-syllabic words of agreement, or short questions that reminded Querl that yes, he really was listening to his rambles and not fazing out with his voice as a random lullaby.

Thus, it also came to him as quite a surprise that Kuske himself had decided to bring up the subject. Not that he had never done so, but the fact that most were more than slightly uncomfortable with the topic and tended to avoid it as much as they could.

“Yeah. What did you want to know?” he replied easily, sliding into his own ‘seat’ where he mimicked the actions of the one opposite to himself.

“How is it like?” the hybrid asked almost hesitantly, his face seeming to flush at the thought.

“If you’re referring to the work, it’s not as bad as it appears to be.” Querl chirped, his face the exact window to his thoughts of enjoying the ‘view’. It was not that bad a view after all. Nope, not at all. In fact, if he had on his hands a camera now, Querl would probably be the first to snap a shot of Kuske’s blushing features, frame it, and hang it at a conspicuous spot in his room.

“I mean… Won’t others look down on your because of your job?” the figure of his attention continued.

Restraining the urge to roll his eyes at the thought, Querl chose instead to pick up his mug and sipped at its contents thoughtfully. “It’s not that bad. You just have to get used to the looks that they direct at you. That’s all they’ll ever do anyway, since most of them don’t have to guts to say anything out loud.”

Just as Kuske seemed to speak up again, a soft jingling sound met their ears slowly as the doors swung open and a group of female students clad in similar uniforms as them shuffled across the entrance and towards the ‘modern’ side of the room, giggling and chattering amongst themselves throughout the entire process.

A quick glance from the bunch of new arrivals back to the redhead sitting across the table revealed to Querl a simple fact. Kuske had returned to his ‘listening mode’ again, where he would speak a mere half of that he had said in the previous few minutes. A precious moment lost due to their untimely arrival. Biting back the unsavory words that seemed to roll off the tip of his tongue, Querl allowed himself a resigned shrug before herding their conversation back to that which they were more used to conversing about.

He would await the next time his friend(?) would open up to him again. The next time Kuske decides to speak up whilst sitting on that swing in that little café where the décor was divided in half. Where both swings and sofas served as seats and both modern and olden settings could be witnessed at a single location.

Until then, he would patiently await.

~Ende~