Reserved #2.1

The next day, the two run into each other in the coffee shop, before Emile had any clients.

Critic was talking to someone.

"So there's a newbie... He's a little bit of a weirdo, and he lives like right next to me."

Emile almost said hi to Critic, but then listened to what he was saying. He bit his lower lip nervously, proceeding to just walk along.

Emile had been trying not to listen to what Critic had been saying. But he did pick up on what he’d said. He felt a little surprised inside. Huh..? He thought the other was a blatant jerk! Maybe there was still a chance to befriend him after all!

“I mean, it’s your call, Critic. You guys sound pretty different, so I guess it’s your judgement, I don’t know this guy. What was he like towards you?”

(Idk, just some figment lol. New character maybe?)

As Emile walked out with a coffee and a pastry bag, he smiled softly. Maybe his new neighbor wouldn’t be so bad.

(M’kay)

Emile laughed as Critic told a joke. He’d just gotten out of work early, and was hanging out with his friend at the café. All of a sudden, everything started shaking.

“Whoa- wh-what’s going on..?”

"I-I don't-"

Judex saw his hand fading away, and, with a small gasp, he tried to hide it from Emile.

"I have no clue."