[ She looks harmless, but isn't that not always the truth. Everyone looks harmless until they bite your hand. Until they give you hell. That's just been his experience. At least he thinks it has. Everything is still cloudy, but the more he stays on his own the less familiar it becomes. Curtis is used to people. People always around. No privacy. You can't turn without hitting someone with your elbows or stepping on a foot.
Going inside the shop doesn't seem that threatening, but he doesn't relish the idea. Yet he's hungry so he can't really deny himself. He's moving before his brain logically figures out a solution. Opening the door and ducking inside to move through the tables. He lingers by the table for a moment before he finally sits. Tense. But Curtis is always tense isn't he? ]
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Going inside the shop doesn't seem that threatening, but he doesn't relish the idea. Yet he's hungry so he can't really deny himself. He's moving before his brain logically figures out a solution. Opening the door and ducking inside to move through the tables. He lingers by the table for a moment before he finally sits. Tense. But Curtis is always tense isn't he? ]