revivalproject | Damn your love

WHO: Edward Teach, OTA
WHERE: The Diner
WHAT: Ed's being a nuisance
WHEN: Mid Sept
WARNINGS: TBD, smoking

Sugar

Ed didn't realize quite how used he'd gotten to the taste of finer things aboard Stede's ship until he was a few months into his time here. He stared at his cup of tea, if you could call it that, a distant scowl forming as he shoveled a ungodly number of spoonfuls of sugar into it (7, if you cared to count), stirring it idly. He'd lived off far worse than this, for far longer, but this lacked the pleasant perfume of Stede's brand.

He caught his reflection in the drink and scoffed at himself. When had he gone so damn soft?

Smoke

The unlucky diners of the day would find an added haze to their meal. Edward had settled in quite comfortably, pipe in hand, quite unaware that there was anything offensive about this action in modern times. He had his leg propped up on a chair, and made for a rather intimidating figure as he sat there, smoke encircling him. Will you approach, or will your nerves force your lungs to suffer through the meal in silence?

Threaded | Flat

Well, he'd definitely gone soft enough that this was definitely something that wasn't going to go unremarked upon by the manager of the diner, who was on his way in with a fresh box of fruit and paused just inside the door to cough.

"Fucking hell, smells like Jersey in here, what the actual fuck gives," he cursed as he put down the box and waved away the smoke. "Shit man, who would have thought I'd have to put up a 'no smoking' sign in space."

With that he moves to the stranger's table, skirting around the chair his leg is up on and points at the pipe.

"Put it out or get out," he said, before frowning at the process of the man shoveling sugar.

Radley is definitely not pleased, and coughs as the smoke gets too close. He gets up from his table and starts over, ready to complain, but stops when he sees how the guy's dressed. It rather looks like he's not from a modern time period. He does look intimidating too.... Not someone Radley wants to pick a fight with without knowing more about him. But he also doesn't want to have this smoke problem going on.

Sighing, he tries to think of a different approach than originally intended.

"Hi," he greets. "Have you been here long? I'm pretty new."

_{[ Typing from phone, but I had to strike while inspired ]}

As he smokes, Ed will notice he's being approached by a tiny thing of a girl with bobbed blue hair and some odd manner of a skirted sailor's uniform. Ami remains as polite as polite can be, even if her wider eyes and folded hands show she's quite impressed and not in the secure way. This man was not from her time, maybe not even her world. Who knew what he'd think of a fresh faced girl from the well off part of future Tokyo? Or even do?

Yet, still, someone had to say it. Summoning up her most proper manner of fact tone, she near-whispered, "Sir, do you know that smoking is a leading cause of lung cancer and of lowered life expectancy?"

"...To be honest, I'd make the same face."

The voice was accented, but spoke clearly through the helmet's filter as the former ARC Trooper walked by Edward. It wasn't really any of Echo's business to be observing a man and his preparation of tea, but there was no one else around. And the diner was never that busy no matter what time he stopped in.

Both? Both.

Smoke

Smoke

Sugar, Oh honey honey