[ This character comes with a blanket content warning for references to sex work as he is a sex worker. They probably won't be explicit without prior CR, but just throwing that out there. ]
The cooler weather was such a relief from the scorching heat of summer. It was nice to feel like showering was actually effective for more than the first three minutes after walking out his door. The humidity tapered off and a crispness replaced it in the air. It made Dal’s habit of wearing layers much more tolerable, too. Shirt, hoodie, coat over that. He’s the sort of person who would have a vast collection of scarves and cute hats that looked like different animals if only his situation were a little different.
But there’s a downside, too: Dal’s almost always cold. Even in the height of summer, he got cold quickly (hence the love of layers). Luckily, the local diner wasn’t far away and the biggest cup of piping hot coffee didn’t cost a lot. He wasn’t a huge fan of fancy coffee drinks: just regular old coffee with a little milk and sugar was good enough for him. Dal spent a small fortune on skincare products and makeup, he wasn’t willing to do the same for his caffeine habit.
It’s late afternoon by the time he actually gets to the diner – he’ll probably be there several more times over the course of the night now that it’s getting cooler. He enjoyed the way the heat permeated through the paper cups to keep his hands warm (far more effectively than just shoving them in his pockets). Clutching the cup in both hands, he turned to push the door open with his butt, almost swinging it open into the next patron walking in.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” he exclaimed in thickly accented English.
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The cooler weather was such a relief from the scorching heat of summer. It was nice to feel like showering was actually effective for more than the first three minutes after walking out his door. The humidity tapered off and a crispness replaced it in the air. It made Dal’s habit of wearing layers much more tolerable, too. Shirt, hoodie, coat over that. He’s the sort of person who would have a vast collection of scarves and cute hats that looked like different animals if only his situation were a little different.
But there’s a downside, too: Dal’s almost always cold. Even in the height of summer, he got cold quickly (hence the love of layers). Luckily, the local diner wasn’t far away and the biggest cup of piping hot coffee didn’t cost a lot. He wasn’t a huge fan of fancy coffee drinks: just regular old coffee with a little milk and sugar was good enough for him. Dal spent a small fortune on skincare products and makeup, he wasn’t willing to do the same for his caffeine habit.
It’s late afternoon by the time he actually gets to the diner – he’ll probably be there several more times over the course of the night now that it’s getting cooler. He enjoyed the way the heat permeated through the paper cups to keep his hands warm (far more effectively than just shoving them in his pockets). Clutching the cup in both hands, he turned to push the door open with his butt, almost swinging it open into the next patron walking in.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” he exclaimed in thickly accented English.