[Action | January 27th, Morning]

[z_jay]

Food really had a way of drawing people's attention no matter what age they were. A growling stomach would be the first sound made while Eugene peeked out from the trees at this strange town. He didn't remember coming here, he didn't really even remember much of anything from a few minutes ago, a lot of it was fuzzy. But the desire to eat was real.

So he made it to this shop that smelled nice, watched as people came and went and got hot drinks. Hot drinks sounded good right now, it was too cold outside, so he made his way to the counter, ordered a drink, and went back outside with a warm mug to sit at a table.

His feet didn't quite touch the ground when he sat, but that wasn't unusual, he wasn't tall enough yet to have that luxury. In fact, someone might begin to wonder who this kid is that's arrived. His wings look familiar, black with blue tips, dark curly hair, brown eyes... drawn to food.

[OOC: Action and prose are both welcome. Eugene will likely be making his way around the town in small spurts in an effort to keep warm. Feel free to bother him

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[Action]

[complicatedliar]

Loki was at the cafe, in the mood for a fancy coffee. He noticed the boy after picking up his drink; the wings were indeed familiar, and he could envision that face, perhaps a bit older.

Oh dear. Happened to someone again, had it?

He paused by the table. "Good morrow. New, aren't you?"

[250mhzwabl]

[Jack's just coming in for a later shift when he spots the kid in the patchy crowd occupying the coffeeshop. The unattended, unfamiliar kid, sneaking furtive glances around himself whenever he has the chance.

Even as generally safe and full of good people as Luceti is, it's a worrying sight, and he strolls up as he's tying on his apron with a little smile and a furrowed brow.]

Why hello there. Can't recall seeing your face in here before.

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[skaterbrain]

Beat hadn't actually ever met the guy when he was older, so he had no idea who he was now that he was a kid. What caught his attention, though, was the fact that a kid would willingly go to a coffee shop. Beat remembered his time at a coffee shop - it was boring and coffee tasted like ground up water dirt. Blegh.

Rolling to a stop in front of the kid's table, Beat raised an eyebrow and pointed. "Yo little dude, whatchu drinkin?"

[Action]

[abjurer]

Max stared down at the kid that had been Eugene. Was Eugene. Would become Eugene? Luceti, finding new and creative ways to mess with linguistics.

The kid stared back.

He was pretty composed for a kid surrounded by weirdness of this level. Or maybe kids were just like that normally. Max didn't really have much experience. And he wasn't sure why Jack had asked him to babysit.

"So uh, Eugene... did Jack feed you before he went out?"

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[antivanleather]

Adjusting to a younger Eugene is something...new. But. While it is not the Eugene he knows and adores it is still, in essence, Eugene. One he cares for and while he doesn't have much of a lens as to what is and isn't appropriate ('I don't care WHAT they do in your country, Zev, YOU DO NOT give children KNIVES!') he is learning. Slowly.

What does seem appropriate enough is preparing the boy a gift of drinking chocolate- ('NO BRANDY!') and doting on him in a somewhat restrained and distant way. To say he isn't charmed by the boy would be lying. He is. Thoroughly. Kitchen full of the warm aroma of melted chocolate and roasted cinnamon, Zev whips away at the stove. It's not as showy as his usual method, but it's safer. He's afraid of what Jack might yell if he sees him preparing this normally. "Vanilla as well, Eugene?"