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Hey /lit/. I'm looking for some critique. I'd be very grateful.
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The setting sun floating over the twilight horizon painted the empty streets of the noble Academy city orange and red. The vague cry of crickets swallowed the dead silence, only accompanied by the faint rustling of the bushes and trees, and the low, yet easily recogniseable sound of chippering birds one by one disappearing from the nearby Café's.
A city so empty, beautiful, and clean, that it was hard to believe these street's were walked by houndreds of people every day.
The neon-blue light eminating from the window of the corner convenience store illuminated the already blue uniforms of the three male Academy students exiting the store, having just stocked up on crisps and soft drinks - a typical Friday night purchase for someone their age.
Only one of the City's many Cafés refused to adhere to the common closing time, instead insisting on staying open all day and night during weekends.
However, in spite of the Café's popularity stemming from its outstanding skyline view of almost the entire city, its big and diverse menu, and not to mention fantastic service, it was not enough for anyone to consider visiting it anytime after eight o'clock.
On the terrace, stirring a spoon in his steaming cup of Cocoa, Cedric de Lunarford enjoyed the beautiful sunset. Cedric snickered slightly, as he absent mindedly tossed a gaze towards the inside of the Café, where his companion, James Lockefield, had started a fight with one of the waiters. Probably over a trivial matter, assumed Cedric.
Under any other circumstances, he would have stopped James, but this time the waiter probably enjoyed a bit of conflict over the usual boring weekend overtime.
Twirling a lock of his brown hair around his index finger, he saw a waitress franticly attempting to stop the fight. Perhaps he should stop James before he accidentally signed himself up for even more part time work over broken property.
"James?"
Loosening his grasp of the waiter's shirt, letting him fall on his behind, James looked towards Cedric. "Huh?" he grunted with the usual aggressiveness in his voice.
Cedric's lips curled into a bemused smile as he beckoned him over.
"What?" asked James, forgetting the waiter entirely as he approached Cedric. "Wouldn't want to repeat the previous.. Rather.." Cedric forced forth a yawn, "Costly.. Incidents, would we?"
"Tch.." James leant against a table, putting his hands behind his head leisurely. "Mind telling me why we're here again, Cedric?"
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