[ shoyo hopes to be the shade lazarus may need when they roll under the sun the same way his hat protects his eyes. above them are lines and lines of palm trees to offer the occasional coolness from the sun, and further yet— two golden conures fly and shrill a pair's happy little song.
down the boardwalk is a man honking a horn and pushing a cooler wagon— lazarus might not know what that may entail, but shoyo does; he gently presses the handle of the bike's breaks to come to a slowing stop.
wasn't he supposed to be delivering food? not anymore. the dreamscape commands it. even his delivery bag is gone from his back. ]
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down the boardwalk is a man honking a horn and pushing a cooler wagon— lazarus might not know what that may entail, but shoyo does; he gently presses the handle of the bike's breaks to come to a slowing stop.
wasn't he supposed to be delivering food? not anymore. the dreamscape commands it. even his delivery bag is gone from his back. ]
What if I come get you instead?