Carrio ripped open a few sugar packets and poured them into his drink. He stirred his drink thoughtfully.
“I guess I’m just always professional. I don’t have much else apart from my cat.”
"Trust me, I know how you feel. All I really have is my bike, and even it needs professional maintenance once in a while." Indra explained. "How about work? Have you always worked at the library?"
Carrio nodded. “It’s a family business. I don’t have much more.” He ripped open three or four sugar packets and poured them into the drink, stirring.
Indra handed over his sugar packet over to Carrio. "I don't want mine. You can have it." He said.
Carrio looked at it. “There’s more over there.” He pointed. “I can just grab more.”
"Fine by me." Indra said. "So, if you're interested in explaining, what exactly constitutes your life?" He asked. He seemed curious, but he really just wanted to know in case he needed to contact Carrio. This way, he wouldn't interrupt anything serious.
Carrio shifted when the personal question was asked. “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m just a boring person with a dull life.”
"The ones who say that are usually the most exciting." Indra said. "I'm not prying too much, am I?"
Carrio rolled his eyes. “There’s not much about me. Other than the fact that I’m a-“ He cut himself off, shaking his head.
Indra wondered what he would have said.
"I guess it's my turn." Indra said, tugging outwardly on the collars of his leather jacket in a gesture of "I'm an open book", fitting, for his new job.
Carrio shrugged. “Well I already asked you everything required for your job, which is quite a lot. You’re not a convicted criminal, you know how to run a copying machine… I don’t want to pry.”
"If you insist." Indra said, adjusting his gloves. Part of the strap nearly came undone. He caught it in a fluid movement, and re-strapped it. He cursed under his breath.
Carrio watched as he sipped his drink, exhaling gently a stream of heat.
“Well, this is nice, I guess. How long do you plan on staying here?”
"Here?" Indra asked. "This joint, or the library?" He wondered. "If you mean the library… Well, I intend to stay for a long time, though I dunno, honestly."
Carrio shook his head. “Here. How long do you want to stay here. In the cafe.”
"Doesn't matter to me." Indra said, sipping his espresso, It's rich flavor, and hot flow was splendid. "You want to call it a night, then we can call it a night."
(I have a plan to get these to to cooperate and interact together.)
(What plann?)
Carrio unwrapped his muffin, careful not to get crumbs on the table. “Alright. Ifne by me.”
(I was thinking an accident could happen later and the two have to cooperate to help everyone out.)
(Hmmm… what kind of accident?)
Automobile. Non fatal but definitely threatening. Our characters will have to help the people in the accident out.
(Alright, sounds good.)
Indra finished his espresso, when shortly after, thewailing, screeching of tires and a brutal clang could be heard.
"Damn it!" He exclaimed, looking out the window. A blackish-greyish-green smoke, the color of heavily bruised skin, trailed out from behind a few trees situated in the parking lot across the way.
Carrio hadn’t finished his drink, but was drinking it at the moment of the crash. He jumped, the clang effecting him more than one would expect, spilling coffee over his neat outfit. He ignored this and leapt to his feet.
“We have to help them!”
Already, almost too fast for the human eye to fully track, Indra was at the door. He hadn't thought for one second about suppressing himself, but it came to his mind after, and he pretended to look momentarily surprised at himself.
Apparently only he and Carrio went to help.
Carrio ignored this speed from the other and tailed him out the door, tugging out his phone and dialing 9-1-1. He ran up to the two cars as he spoke with the person on the other end.
"Nice idea." Indra said once they'd reached the lot, taking part of the doorframe, which was twisted, broken glass protruding from it. He ignored this, simply ripping the car door off it's hinges so as to avoid problems later, and trying to pry the first person out. He managed to tear them gently out of the seatbelt, and laid them on the ground.
Carrio kneeled by the license plate, reading off the first car’s numbers to the operator. He got up and quickly ran over to the second car, reeling them off as well.
Indra started to work on the next person in the car. The driver. Within an inch of her life. He took her out, laying her on the grass, for fear that her wounds would get dirty on the asphalt. The smoke really started pouring, smelling of oil and acrid as all Hell.
He took off his jacket, revealing a grwy thermal, with black and white trim. He started on the last person in the first car, still conscious.
"Oh my God!" She screamed. "I think my leg is-" She was cut off by Indra.
"Hey. Relax." He said, pulling at her seatbelt.
Carrio ran over to the first person after his phone call and kneeled down next to his head.
“Just one simple spell… one… simple spell…”
He put his hands on the person’s chest and shut his eyes.
“Sana!” He exclaimed softly. A warm white light washed over the person’s chest, healing them for the time being.
With a flick of his wrist, Indra pulled the seatbelt off. He hoisted the girl out of the car with one hand, smiling with in shit-eating grin towards the bookkeeper.
"Take care of this one too." He said. He moved onto the next car.
