Still. Coordinating a flesh suit can be pretty difficult. An’ it does some weird shit t’the brain, bein’ reanimated.
Nightmares, hallucinations. Sometimes they stick around for a few months, y’know.
[ Shrugs, and pushes open the door to the cafe. It was warm and smelled like fresh bread, coffee, hot bacon, and comfort. ]
Pick a table.
[Instead of responding to all that, due to content, he went to a table he liked. Kind of private and unexposed, but somewhere he could also look at a bit of blank wall. Minimize his little mental wanderings.]
Akane does not help that situation. She recently fooled me and was one of my ‘special dates’.