It’s a simple enough thing, just walk in and sit at the corner table. At first, you assume you are alone, you assume the table is all yours. But blink–once, twice, thrice–and in the seat in front of you appears a… being.
This being is sitting, so you do not know if they are tall or short. The light is dim in the corner table, so you do not know if they are handsome or beautiful or dashing or hideous. The room is loud, so you do not know if what you hear is your beating heartbeat or their tap tap tapping feet. You do not want to check under the table to see if they even have feet.
But you are not here for the being. You are not here to learn about the being. You do not care about the being. You are here because of the being, and you certainly care about what the being can do for you.
You, with your stained jacket and messy hair and scuffed shoes and trousers torn at the knee. What business do you have with a being so great and powerful, so horrific and ephemeral, that you come here? How desperate must you be, to come here and plead to a being unmerciful and apathetic to your plight? What have you to offer?
I have my torn and stained and scuffed clothing. I have my skills, limited in comparison as they are. I have my memories. I have my relationships. I have my hopes and dreams. I have my potential. I have my desperation-passion-hunger. I have myself.
The being–which you cannot see but can perceive, cannot hear but can understand–the being says yes.
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A/N: hahahaha… what. Are you making a deal with the devil? With a fairy type pokemon? Maaaaybe.
JackSGreyson Says 