[ Almost two weeks ago, Riley was ripped from a dream world with so many things to think about. So many revelations, so many...emotions. She should've had those two weeks to work them out, or at least to start walking through them, to navigate the aftermath.
But, almost two weeks ago, Riley returned shell-shocked to her apartment, laid down to rest, and did not wake up until this morning.
It hadn't taken her long to notice the time discrepancy. Her apartment's been moved through, Maple's been fed. The sweet cat won't stop grooming her once she's up and about, and she wants to spend time with him, but she's also acutely aware of everything being...so stale. So stifled. Sure, people (who? who of her friends— who might've seen what she was and still—) had entered and left, checked on her, but it hasn't been really lived in.
So Riley does what Riley does when she's anxious and upset nowadays—she takes to the sky. It's bright, it's beautiful. There's no sign of the rampaging treants that were out the last she was awake and aware, no sign even of the carnage. How long has it been? She's not cognizant of those two weeks, just desperate to find someone to ask.
Silly; she should've just gone next door, but—
But the thought of entering her neighbors' doors sends prickles over her skin and ruffles through her feathers. The dream world aside, in just the day before all of that, Celeste—
She needs something tactile. The sky helps so much, but sometimes it just gets her lost in her own thoughts more. Riley lands and meanders about the streets, idly looking for someone she recognizes. A flurry of thoughts may distract her mind, but her sharp eyesight picks out a familiar figure.
Weird, she can't help but think. Giorno's not usually one for the concrete jungle, so to speak. That alone gets her attention. He's also chatting someone up, more enthused than she's seen him about...what're they serving, is it pastries? Whatever it is, it doesn't keep her eye, Giorno does.
That's why she spies the flick of his hand across the worker's back pocket. Why she almost does a double-take upon realizing just what's happened. Her talons click on the concrete as she approaches the table. So quick was she to leave that her hair's down, a rare sight. She pushes a feathery strand back. ]
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But, almost two weeks ago, Riley returned shell-shocked to her apartment, laid down to rest, and did not wake up until this morning.
It hadn't taken her long to notice the time discrepancy. Her apartment's been moved through, Maple's been fed. The sweet cat won't stop grooming her once she's up and about, and she wants to spend time with him, but she's also acutely aware of everything being...so stale. So stifled. Sure, people (who? who of her friends— who might've seen what she was and still—) had entered and left, checked on her, but it hasn't been really lived in.
So Riley does what Riley does when she's anxious and upset nowadays—she takes to the sky. It's bright, it's beautiful. There's no sign of the rampaging treants that were out the last she was awake and aware, no sign even of the carnage. How long has it been? She's not cognizant of those two weeks, just desperate to find someone to ask.
Silly; she should've just gone next door, but—
But the thought of entering her neighbors' doors sends prickles over her skin and ruffles through her feathers. The dream world aside, in just the day before all of that, Celeste—
She needs something tactile. The sky helps so much, but sometimes it just gets her lost in her own thoughts more. Riley lands and meanders about the streets, idly looking for someone she recognizes. A flurry of thoughts may distract her mind, but her sharp eyesight picks out a familiar figure.
Weird, she can't help but think. Giorno's not usually one for the concrete jungle, so to speak. That alone gets her attention. He's also chatting someone up, more enthused than she's seen him about...what're they serving, is it pastries? Whatever it is, it doesn't keep her eye, Giorno does.
That's why she spies the flick of his hand across the worker's back pocket. Why she almost does a double-take upon realizing just what's happened. Her talons click on the concrete as she approaches the table. So quick was she to leave that her hair's down, a rare sight. She pushes a feathery strand back. ]
Giorno? What're you doing?