>>24799890For such a menacing-looking guy, there's not a hint of malice to be found in the giant pear-thing. He could very likely devour you and everyone else here in a flash if he had a mind to, but that's not in his nature. If he's guilty of anything, it's being too phlegmatic, it betrays his true convictions.
True to his word, he hops off to get that free cookie for you. When he returns, your mouth is covered in crumbs and you feel ready enough to inquire him about the darker shades of the town. He's more than earned your trust.
"Say.." you start slowly, accepting the extra treat. "How long have you been open?"
He perks up slightly (or his leaves do anyway) at that. "Huh. I wasn't aware you had put any stock into me." he mumbles. "..They call me Mr. Suboka.
You may call me Subo. This cafe.. it's been in my care since this city came to be. In the beginning, the masses needed a place to lose tension, reality had struck them, so many hearts had been lost, so many others had been broken. I always had designs to start a business above-ground, but my goal would only see realization under the surface."
"To that, you might say Victory Bell fosters those unwilling to let go of the past, and those who need recess from the present. It's rare, but we also get an occasional seeker of the future.
Could that be what you are?"A) "What? Me? I'm just a normal guy! A little queer, but normal!"
B) "I can hardly remember my youth and every day is a blur, so maybe!"
C) "I don't believe in fate, if that's what you mean."
D) "Well, guess you could say I *am* out to change a few things.."
