Slowly waking, eyes blinking, stung, Rex sat up straight. Hmm, that was Aoi's voice, that's for sure. Yet looking around, he saw nobody. By the look of the place, it must have been some odd dream. Looking down, he noticed the cup of coffee.
Madness, yes, it has this way of never leaving you alone, old man, he thought to himself. Old or young, unsure yet really it didn't matter. This place could be alive and kicking while it was he who babbled somewhere making no sense. Maybe it was all just a dream, anyway. A girl with wings? Wasabi encased in chocolate? No way. The desert got to you. Plain and simple.
Still, the faint aroma of sweets lingered in this place. And the voices, Aoi was definitely one of them, and another name he heard seemed to be... Dave. Shrugging, Rex popped his feet up on the table, grabbed the hot cup, and sipped. Falling into madness was one thing. Accepting and embracing it, made it nearly enjoyable.