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March 31
Freezington, Galar
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Gwyar Wledig
It all began when he pressed the button and nothing happened. He had stared at the machine bemusedly for a good while, tilting his head before pressing it again.
Once again, nothing. Brows now furrowed, the man reached into his pocket before producing another coin, sliding it inside and pressing the button. Again.
Nothing.
The man stared at the machine blankly. He stood inside what looked to be an old, 70s style diner, what was once probably colorful and dynamic looking mom & pop's run place now old, the colours washed out.
It was only alive by a small but faithful pool of regulars... Himself included.
This man was among them; he was a new but consistent regular, having first discovered the place when he had been looking for an apartment within the city.
He currently stood in front of an extremely old lookin's jukebox. Normally, one coin and a button press was all it took to get it rolling, throwing at him the hottest tracks from about 30 years ago.
Not today, however.
Two clinks echoed behind him as two coins were dropped on the counter, drawing his attention towards the man behind it.
"Sorry, son, it seems like ol' Barbra's ain't keen on singin' tonight." The old man said, chuckling at the disappointment on the blonde's face, before sliding the coins the younger man's way. "I'll see if I can't fix her befor' yer next visit."
Gwyar simply sighed in response, reaching for the counter before dropping a considerable amount of cash upon it, sliding it along with the two coins back to the old man with an apologetic smile.
"It's my fault she's as tired up as she is. Let me help fix her up." He usually listened to her play a few discs for an hour or two while reading through the newspaper or the occasional book borrowed from Rustboro's Library. No other regular ever used her.
"I'll just... be heading home. Good night, John. Say hi to Jenny for me." He said, smiling over his shoulder while raising a single hand in the air in farewell before making his way for the door.
He came to a stop when he noticed a shifting, approaching silhouette behind the exit's translucent glass. He could recognize that shade of red anywhere.
"Ah... Is it that time already?" He said, wondering aloud before looking over his shoulders. "Actually- perhaps prepare some coffee."
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