Hotel or Breakfast

Dinner or Breakfast

3:34 in the morning, standing in the middle of a McDonald's drive through, Hajime was on the verge of tears. His pale cocaine colored skin grew dull under the moonlight. A complexion so fare it would only suit somebody who'd starved. And that's exactly who Hajime was. He was so hungry, it had been days since he'd eaten anything at all. As a broke college student most of his diet consisted of dust and dead mice. But there was still hope... With the 6 can dine for 9 coupon given to him by his local ginger, Mahiru, that was all about to change.

Hajime tip toed to the ordering machine. His body trembling from the pain inducing anxiety that came from ordering fast food. A cool breeze toyed with the fabric of his clothes, sending goosebumps to sprout all over his skinny tube like arms. He was so uncomfortable in that moment that he nearly peed his pants.. But that's besides the point.

As Hajime mustered up the courage to utter his long awaited request.. A voice came on. First there was a long yawn, and then...

"... Hi... Welcome to McDonald's! Can I.. take your order?"

Hajime let out an internal squeal. He didn't expect a voice like that. A voice friendly and charming but still somehow other descriptive words.

"............."

"...You still there?"

Hajime had been standing there in absolute silence for 11 minutes.

"OH, RIGHT! Yea-yes. Sorry. Uhmmmm... I would like......"

Adrenaline surged through his body. He could feel his heart beating against his pericardium. His hands began to clam up and his eyes started to shake... But at last, he finished his order.

"Uh...Uh-Um m.. I think ..I-I think that's.. it..."

"Why am I stuttering????" He thought to himself. He was familiar with being overcome by nerves of embarrassment, but never before had it impacted his speech like this. Hajime had always spoken in crisp, clear insert language you think they're speaking... But somehow, at this McDonald's, with that server behind the speaker... He couldnt help but freeze up more than usual.

The voice behind the ordering machine confirmed his order. Hajime felt ashamed that he was even at McDonald's ordering this much food, but it was all in the name of God, anyway. He confirmed the confirmation of his capricious order and made his way to the next window.

After a long and toilsome two meter hike, Hajime found himself at the first plastic pane.

It was dusty, covered in a thin layer of dirt and grease. Mutilated bugs buzzing as if on the brink of a revival. Every edge covered in a purple-black goo. He looked up from the windowsill and peered at the moon's fantastical product. A light shone in, illuminating what dared stand before the opaque perdition. Hajime. At last, he stood. Falling into his mud puddle eyes, subconsciously critisizing his hair, the dead bark of a maple tree. Lost in disgust.

"I'm so fucking ugly"

He whispered to himself.

Just then, a washed out figure appeared, overlapping Hajime's self depreication.
A portrait silhouette representing half the sun's rays. Light we'd find out later would not shine as bright as suspected. It was tousled, almost artificially. The moon's blanket could not reach its surface. And although fate decided that stars would be a fitting setting, it seemed secondary to the air.

Breaking into the light, the figure slid the window open.

"Hi... Payment please.."

It was the same voice from the speaker.

Hajime stared. Standing for yet another obscene amount of time.

"...Hi"

"...oh.....OH, yeah yes! Of course..."

He scrambled for the cash, digging into his pocket and pulling out a copious collection of dull and