no foam// [Arctic]

Caleb was a fan of going to a cafe most of the time - always finding it as a soothing place where he could find his inner peace and calming place. He often went there for a drink and to just see what was going on with the people outside of his own life. Not that he saw the same person over and over again, that was just straight up boring. A new color every day seemed to be his prospect.

The brightest of pinks, the darkest of purples. The most scarlet of reds and the most dead of the night chocolate brown.

He associated people with hair. If they had the most fucked up hair colors, they were likely fucked up. If they had a more soothing color of hair - not something that'd cause his eyes to hurt after waking up only an hour or so ago, he'd find them okay to talk to.

Sorry, but Caleb wasn't about to deal with the idea of making himself want to gouge his eyes out because someone's hair was neon fucking green.

Standing in the line he noticed that there was a female in the line. One of the most famous ones of the time, Zaya Reine. How ironic was it that his sister, Capricious King, was working right next to her? Caleb believed it was just him at the right place at the exact right time.

He offered a nod, but focused back to the menu to decide what he wanted to order for the morning.

Sunglasses and a nice calm smile. That's what he received when he saw Zaya and he wasn't surprised that a gamemaker was good at doing that by this point. They'd be good at putting on a smile, nice and calm, in front of that chaotic world that took place in their minds beforehand. Though, there wasn't much before he heard her speak, and not to his surprise it was automatically referring to his sister.

How great.

"Well, well well, if it isn't Capri's baby brother," well, you're not wrong about that. Caleb gave a small smile in response to her comment before she started to speak again. "You must tell me, what have you been up to."

Did she want the truth?

Ctibor had been spending a lot of time at his... side job, if that was what he was supposed to be calling it. There was a lot of things he had been doing recently. However, if Capricious were to know about any of them he doubted there'd be any way that he'd be able to get out of that thanksgiving dinner alive without having to swallow his fears and spit the truth out.

"Oh, the usual." That was his best answer? Really? He started to think of a quick comment to slide on next to it, but knowing him it would be even less convincing. "I don't have a very entertaining life, y'know?"