QUARTET ALLIANCE: LEND A HAND (Wild Duty & Judgement)

Chapter 6: Rich Cousin

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7:04 A.M

-R.F.L Coffee Shop-

Within the passing of a few hours, you can say that a new day had arised. That will definitely be be agreed to by the early rising students and sun.

It was a fair distance from school and the loud yells, shouts and laughs wouldn't be heard over the clatter of spoons mixing whatever the equally loud customers had ordered, in finely crafted and taken care of mugs, of any size.

Today, it was heard. Whereas the ticking of the clock, the chirping birds outside, nearby the shop's windows that usually let the early sun shine brightly through it and cast light upon the place, but were slightly dim today because of the light curtains draping over them, and the air conditioner managed to make it quite.

Just like themselves, they couldn't careless about what was happening outside. Pouring their attention on him, on Zen.

Was he okay? Yes, but not quite. Better than before atleast. He woke up, but not a single word has come out him, a single sound to placate the worried state of his friends or to calm the tense atmosphere. Like he didn't want to speak to any of them.

What happened was him losing consciousness, waking up after a while and being able to stand up by himself. Before he was able to comprehend what even happened or anything of the matter, a bunch of questions were being thrown his way. Overwhelmed, confused, and tired, it didn't come to his liking at all. They quiet down after Zen's unlikely ability to explain everything in one go right after waking up came to realization.

They gave him time. Even though they were growing impatient, they knew they had to let it at rest for a while, for as long he took to speak up.

Now, in the silent coffee shop, Zen sat in one of the tables, containing four chair each, with the three others. As expected, he wasn't speaking, but slowly drinking a cup of water Fay gave him.

Omi got bored of waiting and looking at the red head doing nothing so he opened his book and began reading it fiveteen minutes after they sat down.

Cicero was tired, but he didn't care. He pushed away his exhaustion. His body needs to rest yet his mind needs it to stay awake, to burn the anxiety right out. Without knowing Zen is okay or will be fine, his mind will keep him up all day and night long, without rest his body will spiral into exhaustion. He just needed to be sure. He was shifting his eyes to Zen then on the table, to his his feet swinging slowly and bottom of his slipper brushing against the cold tiles from time to time, almost as if it was perfectly matched with every tick the clock made.

Micheal was the same. Except he looked calmer and more composed. He had his chin on the inside of his palm whilst staring into space. The whole thing was still unreal to him, seeing how perfectly fine the red head was yesterday. Just yesterday, he was out with him and buying him food. Not even that long ago. It was a big shock for him.

"Do you guys want anything to drink?"
Fay asked, breaking the silence whilst coming from behind the counter and walking over to the dull table.

"No, thank you," Omi looked up at her.

"Cicero? Micheal?" She looked between them.