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@"Night Feather"

helloooo

Heyo

So is this public?

Yep

aight then

Yep let’s do this

Who ya gonna use

Dunno

Should I just be a new person? And let ya kinda get to know me as the story goes on?

Sounds neat

Also you wouldn’t be using I POV stuff
Just use third person

ok cool

Yeah

Wanna start?

no

But I can start us off you want.

Go for it

Ugh ok

So do you want Zackary to be younger or older

Hmm

What if it’s after he jumps out of the window? (Cuz of his demon)

huh

Ok why don’t ya decide

Shall I set the scene? Since you seemed exhasperated to do it lmao

I literally have no idea what you’re talking about lmao

Ok ok ignore anything I’ve set until now. You can choose since he’s your character, right? That sounds only fair. Should I start?

(I think I sound rude but I swear I’m not trying to be rude ; - ;)

o0o I don’t understand at all but okay I guess

A ripple of song echoed through the lonesome cafe, as the rightfully nicknamed Melody wiped away the tables while dancing to Galaway Girl. Her hips bounced to Ed Sheeran’s words, and as she was finishing up she didn’t hear the bell on the door ring. After all, at nine in the night, who could dare enter a coffee shop which had closed three hours earlier? Ofcourse, if could also be her fault for forgetting to lock the door.

(bRuh this is romance so I’m improvising, fite me)

A young adult peered into the cafe, his pale hand still wrapped around the doorknob. He had a message bag full of homework slung over a skinny shoulder and the male looked exhausted. Zackary had had a series of long nights, and had been looking all over town for a place to study and do homework. Now he finally found the familiar cafe from all of those years ago, when things had been better. When hope had lived and resonated within his soul. Now he was left with a scar, pale skin, and a child to take care of. He had left his tiny son with a close friend of his as an excuse to get out of the house, and it’d be suspicious if he returned so soon.
“Oh… am I interrupting something?” He asked, his voice hoarse and pained. “I’ve been looking for somewhere to eat for hours, now.”

Melody caught sight of Zackary from the corner of her eye, and would have answered him if the beat in her headphones hasn’t suddenly dropped. Instead, she used one hand to press the speak closer to her ear and another finger to point to a freshly cleaned place at the counter. She smiled politely, gesturing to give her a sec, then went to the back of the cafe to jam out for the remaining forty five seconds of her jam.

Zackary watched the waitress hurry away, shrugged, then shut the door and slouched across the drab cafe and sat at the spot. He sighed softly and pushed his things onto the counter, crossing his arm on the and leaning down onto the comfortable bag as he waited. What was he doing? He didn’t have homework. He had damn spring break tomorrow!

(But I thought that's why he came to the cafe). Soon enough, Melody stumbled from the backroom and fell against the counter with a loud bam! Her grin was bright and as clumsy as her footsteps, but her voice was sharp and clear.
"Heya, how can I help ya'?" Before allowing Zackary to respond, she burst into laughter. "You look like something right out of a horror show. Hey now, I know exactly what you need!" And before he could protest, Melody buzzed off, almost instinctively grabbing powders from various shelves and sloshing a cup of water into a coffee maker. In mere seconds, she had whipped the top of the petite cup with an overload of whip cream and slid it to Zackary.
"This is my secret recipe, guaranteed to turn you back into a human!"