Post by Dion on Apr 3, 2022 11:11:44 GMT -5
Whilst determined to keep up the busy bodied schedule that he had written up for himself upon being back on terra firma proper, Dion knew all too well what too much exhaustion could do to a person without little so much as at least a small break in-between tasks. Being locked up for six months in the absence of respite not only helped to build both mental and physical endurance, but also emphasized to the young man the importance of letting a guy have a breather or two when he was able to.
So, as the bartender began to see the side effects of his workaholic nature gained over these past few weeks- heavy eyelids, massive spouts of exhaustion and weakness in the knees not caused by exposure to Amara, etc- Dion knew that it was time to clock out for some needed relief. It wasn't too foreign of a thing for him to do anyways, thankfully, so it wasn't as though he was having to force himself away from the wheel. Even back on Plant he found himself taking a leisurely back seat more often than he wanted to admit. Then again, he was sizably more emaciated back then and just recently freed from an aforementioned six month trip to Hell and back, so he supposed he could cut his past self more slack than he could presently.
Either way, it was more than time for some breathing space away from the workplace, and seeing as he hadn't been back in a long while, Central City was looking mighty fine right about now. Plus, he always found it's average weather more than agreeable for the self-proclaimed average man himself.
Throwing on his favorite outfit, that consisted of his gray form-fitting turtleneck paired similarly with a pair of black slacks and dress shoes, Dion beelined it from the sunny shores of Papaya Island all the way to the municipal marvel that was Central City. For a guy with humbler beginnings than most, the big city was always something whose novelty never tired for him, which was why he was quite satisfied with spending the rest of his day simply sight-seeing amongst the fellow street-goers around him.
At least, he was until a large rumbling from down below interrupted the serenity of his day. Holding a hand to his stomach, Dion decided on stopping by somewhere for breakfast, seeing as he had somehow neglected making himself some before he had left. It didn't take him all that long to find a place that suited his fancy, in the form of an ad plastered to an otherwise empty brick wall on a building to his right.
Following its directions, the ad led him to a nice little café located just within the inner part of the city, which happened to already had garnered quite a bit of a crowd for its breakfast hours it seemed, as even in his approach Dion could see the large amount of people dining both inside and out. He loved it when little, lesser known spots like these thrived, considering he owned such a spot himself, and to be part of that success made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Choosing to seat himself outside, the polite passerby made himself comfortable as he waited for someone to take his order, looking through the cutesy little menu on the table in front of him with an intrigued eye.
So, as the bartender began to see the side effects of his workaholic nature gained over these past few weeks- heavy eyelids, massive spouts of exhaustion and weakness in the knees not caused by exposure to Amara, etc- Dion knew that it was time to clock out for some needed relief. It wasn't too foreign of a thing for him to do anyways, thankfully, so it wasn't as though he was having to force himself away from the wheel. Even back on Plant he found himself taking a leisurely back seat more often than he wanted to admit. Then again, he was sizably more emaciated back then and just recently freed from an aforementioned six month trip to Hell and back, so he supposed he could cut his past self more slack than he could presently.
Either way, it was more than time for some breathing space away from the workplace, and seeing as he hadn't been back in a long while, Central City was looking mighty fine right about now. Plus, he always found it's average weather more than agreeable for the self-proclaimed average man himself.
Throwing on his favorite outfit, that consisted of his gray form-fitting turtleneck paired similarly with a pair of black slacks and dress shoes, Dion beelined it from the sunny shores of Papaya Island all the way to the municipal marvel that was Central City. For a guy with humbler beginnings than most, the big city was always something whose novelty never tired for him, which was why he was quite satisfied with spending the rest of his day simply sight-seeing amongst the fellow street-goers around him.
At least, he was until a large rumbling from down below interrupted the serenity of his day. Holding a hand to his stomach, Dion decided on stopping by somewhere for breakfast, seeing as he had somehow neglected making himself some before he had left. It didn't take him all that long to find a place that suited his fancy, in the form of an ad plastered to an otherwise empty brick wall on a building to his right.
Following its directions, the ad led him to a nice little café located just within the inner part of the city, which happened to already had garnered quite a bit of a crowd for its breakfast hours it seemed, as even in his approach Dion could see the large amount of people dining both inside and out. He loved it when little, lesser known spots like these thrived, considering he owned such a spot himself, and to be part of that success made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Choosing to seat himself outside, the polite passerby made himself comfortable as he waited for someone to take his order, looking through the cutesy little menu on the table in front of him with an intrigued eye.
PL: 22,000 - WC: 578 - TWC: 578