Feceof's cafe

Feceof: And another two wanderers coming into this minor stop in life? Come, sit down, dry yourself, and have some coffee. It's my pride.

Momo: Thanks. It's not common to see a cafe so far out in the middle of nowhere, along some windy path. Nonetheless I appreciate there being shelter from the rain.

Feceof: Well, you're under shelter now, so relax a bit. Drink some of this. The man over there can guarantee its quality.

Eisregen: Indeed, it's a magnificent brew. I really must count myself lucky for chancing upon such wonderful coffee.

Feceof: Haha, thank you for the praise. Go ahead and have some more while you hide from the rain.

Momo: I'm sure we shall. It paints much colour into the bleak grey sky, and I'd hardly be able to appreciate much of nature in that rain. There was less of serenity and more of sadness in that rain, and I thank this place for changing that.

Eisregen: Who can you blame? It is the monsoon. The skies cry out with sadness and their tears spread all across the land. All who see their tears absorb their sadness, grey in a melancholic state, just like the crying sky.

Aoi: ...sora wa naiteinai mou... sora wa haiiro janai wayo...

Momo: Do the skies really cry? Is it not the clouds who carry the rain? Not the water which ascends to the sun? It is they instead who cry. People turn their heads and see the grey clouds blocking the sky, and they mistake it as such. How could the all-encompassing sky ever feel grey? What a great responsibility it has! All look up to the everblue sky for hope, what time does it have to break the happiness and hope of everyone? It is rather the clouds that block it, the passing clouds that cast their rain upon the lands, and soon go along their path towards elsewhere, revealing once again the vastness of the everblue sky.

Eisregen: Is it not as good as grey when the clouds triumph over them? That one time where a man is caught in the rain is a victory already, for that is enough time for emotions to change.

Momo: That's you, one who sits by himself, idly watching the rain fall in one single place, never moving. Whyever you ended up in this cafe is not my business, but if you aren't moving much further you will never be able to appreciate the wind, being stuck in this world of yours. I travel towards a town where what descends is angelic and pristine, not a world of self-reflected emotions, but have you even heard of such? Would the frozen rain ever understand the feelings of anything? ...nevermind. Aoi, let us go. We must be off or we shall not make it before the festival.

Aoi: ...datte...

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Man. I wrote this in 3 seatings, which is why this is so abrupt, so switch-topicy and so on. Meh, I think I tried too hard.