Warwick: Sleepwalker from Moon (2022 Archived Manuscript)

2. Coffee and Chill, Monsters

The night lulled for a serene moment in London, by that bay besides Thames River. It seemed to be situated by Greenwich, but the thought of consulting my GPS back then didn't surface. It could have been at the neighboring district of Woolwich, but locations here are rather unimportant due to impending phenomena.

I suppose I would call it a landmark you wouldn't want to visit.

Warwick and I, with our feet submerged in water, stood by the firm shore of the calm river. Obviously, the night made it dark but the brightness from the moon illuminated the surface water. Its percolation resonated pleasantness to the ears that I wouldn't mind staring at it until conceiving a story.

Speaking of the moon, it reminded me of werewolves' transformation patterns.

I looked up to see what the moon phase was, and took the date into mind─the 11th of August. If I was a born resident of London, I would have known that it was a day after the full moon. However, I had no regard for moon phases beforehand.

I do it back home, always during the third quarter.

It's my way to honor my name, Mezzaluna.

Now, I know what's in your thoughts. While I was literally named after the knife, I like to believe it was the derivation of the utensil─namely "crescent moon". Not that my parents are bad, but I hate them for trolling their daughter's identity. Also, no, I am older than Food Wars! so it's not possible unless one of my parents is a time traveler.

Either way, the moon was still in its perfect shape by the night.

I was obliged to ask him, "Do you perhaps transform from looking at the moon, too?"

I looked up, trying to look him in the eye, but he looked at the moon.

Warwick smiled from a sense of haughtiness, and stretched his arm as if wanting to capture it. "It'd be momentous when I transform so you better keep your eyes peeled by then. Not that it's what I'm about to boast about!"

He looked at me, whence I was still in that position that I may have been caught unprepared. It's fairly a natural reaction to blush so don't act like it's a lovely moment. Warwick didn't even call out on it, or even noticed such abrupt change.

There were no sparks of romance.

It was just how I felt from the start. Even if there existed another natural attraction at first, I haven't been feeling the chemistry for the long run. Maybe I was being conscious over my parents' love story. It seems it was rendered impossible from the time Warwick and I shared─a short day until now.

We both looked at the moon, complacency to somewhat hit my nerves.

"You have really made this into a serious deal so it better not disappoint and waste my time walking that long."

"It's in high regard you'd think so but I would have you regress such futile expectations. It must take minutes for it to come, but you'd be fulfilled when it does!"

As I thought, it must have been something I would wait to see. Maybe it was a spot for a fireworks show. I didn't see any festival going on so my theory had no grounds, but whatever it was, it couldn't be bad.

If not, then all day was joyous enough that I have no right to complain.

"It's still surreal to me how you're speaking deep words without employing a romanticist's tongue."

"It's what you get to be in London all the time," he articulated for a sense of realism but provided a contrasting tail, "but fairly, I still have a long way to go to get the accent right that I don't have many friends in the city."