<i>{Cyrus, as he waited for his actual meal, texted on his phone. His focus was entirely on something else, at least not until he looked over his phone and saw the sunflower growing on the chair.}</i> &quot;What is this, symbolism? I know Isabella liked flowers like these, but it'd be mean to try and pick them from...a chair.&quot; <i>{He tried to look around and see if anyone else was able to notice this, but as it turned out, nobody really was left around. Instead, he just took another sip of tea waiting for something to happen while glaring at the flower.}</i>

<i>{An adult-ish male with short white hair walks around aimlessly, trying to go find the place his younger sister had told him to go for...food. Just food. Would it be pick-up? Would they even allow that? What matters is that he's trying to find the place. His search would have been fruitless were it not for him seeing the girl enter the establishment first. Once he enters, he feels a bit abandoned: a feeling that's not new, but he still hated it.}</i> &quot;Tabitha recommended me this restaurant. Maybe this is why I should never listen to her...&quot; <i>{He silently thanks the teenage girl that came before him and sits himself on another end of one of the corners and checks his phone in case anything comes up.}</i>

<i>{Cyrus, who is indeed Cyrus, peaks his head over at the back doors from his seat out of curiousity, only to be slightly surprised when the strange boy comes over towards his table. He was moreso looking at the bug that evidently had a rough time getting stabbed, but this is a restaurant, he did come over to eat.}</i> &quot;Uhm, that's fine. You can go on with what you're doing.&quot; <i>{Even if the faculty and staff seemed to be a bit unusual. Black bug juice almost got splattered on him, which he just assumes serves fine as oil for lanterns. He looked over at the menu that he almost did not even notice until now, and mapped out the possible foods he could order while quietly mumbling to himself.}</i> &quot;I'm never letting Tabitha pick where to go again.&quot;

<i>{Though he was extremely tempted to do his best to replicate the strange boy's apathetic stare, he can't help but think that the boy wouldn't even care. So instead, he tries to be absentmindedly polite, pointing at random items on the menu and saying them out loud so that the boy would take his order.}</i> &quot;Right, I'll have the Aquatic Rage of the 7th Guardian and some Heretic's Tea please.&quot; <i>{Cyrus says to him blankly, staring straight at the boy and making eye contact in hopes that he can get something out of his little analysis. And also to try and remember why he came here. Oh right, for food. He clears his throat before reverting back to a slightly wary way of speaking.}</i> &quot;Is there any way I can have something to-go, or is that not something done here?&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by Cyrus)</div>

<i>{Cyrus stares out towards...something, for no real reason really. He almost dozes off in his table before the smell of Heretic's Tea hits him.}</i> &quot;Oh right, my tea. I'm glad that it looks normal.&quot; <i>{He takes a generous sip from the cup after some examination, taking a breather and asking the question that crossed his mind momentarily.}</i> &quot;Wait, what was that about ordering to-go again? May I?&quot;

<i>{Cyrus gets more confused, but he tries his best to just go along with it. Since the atmosphere is getting more and more happier, he assumes it's because of the tea. With that assumption being cleared, he takes yet another sip. He awalks around, being careful not to hurt any of the flowers. The grass however, is a different story, since you have to step on it.}</i> &quot;For a beverage named &quot;Heretic's Tea&quot;, this feels a lot more like a safe haven than anything.&quot; <i>His phone is now put in his pocket as he starts to bring his tea along with him to experience more and see how long and far it will last.</i>