“Do you think we should tell them? I mean this seems kind of important. It could change everything!”
Crow had grown and changed through many things. One could even say change was as much a part of his life as breathing at this point, especially considering he was often the catalyst for it. In fact, perhaps it was this nature of being the cause for change that made Crow so off guard on the rare occasion when he was not instigating the alterations.
In fact, that'd most likely be why he now found himself in a café between multiverses, where he'd resided for months, both a guest by the people who resided there and an outcast by those he'd (tentatively) called family, for at least four months. Oh, his family. After leaving the Café (“Yes, the capital C is intentional,” Aral had explained among other things with all her omniscience as she sat on a lounge and sipped steaming tea) for a walk, he had stumbled into one of them – Amun, to be precise – and it went without saying the welcome was… less than inviting. Crow had scurried back, immediately resolving to numb the pain by downing as much coffee as possible, which had resulted in him being dragged to his room in the seemingly endless upper floor by Blue, the child's cracked eye always anywhere but him, as he crashed from his caffeine high.
After that (admittedly humiliating) moment, and various ones after it caused by the shock of his new surroundings, Crow had slowly but surely settled into a sort of routine, essentially becoming a free pair of hands to help the two owners – Cyb and Cal, a young couple on vastly different ends of the fashion spectrum. After waking up, Crow would wake Blue up by knocking loudly on their door, and they'd emerge wearing a light blue poncho almost exactly the same as the day before. He'd then go downstairs and help Cyb with whatever new recipe she was learning, providing fire needed for the stove and throwing ingredients at her. Inevitably, Cal, wearing a different summer dress each day, would shoo him out of the kitchen, and he'd proceed to annoy Aral to see what he could glean from her omniscience, or converse with the strange woman in red (she introduced herself as Clock) who could be seen hovering around the Café. Until she'd left about a month before, another sudden change which had tipped everything off of its axis for Crow until he adjusted once again. He'd spent a few days mourning the absence of the one person who'd seemed to be able to hold conversation with him, before resolving instead to ask questions of Blue, who rarely answered but did appreciate the company. Well, he believed so. It was difficult to tell with the taciturn child, but it didn't stop him from trying.
The evenings were often spent playing video games or watching detective shows with Hent, the detective Aral had dragged into the situation to help her ‘analyse the patterns and locate the others', whatever that meant. Crow also occasionally helped Hent with the crossword, though he was banned from touching it after he'd set it on fire one evening (morning? Time worked strangely here) and instead had to watch and point from at least half a meter away.
Overall, Crow felt he'd adjusted well to the change suddenly thrust upon him by stumbling across the omniscient lady and her merry band of strangers. Sure, at first he had been so shell-shocked he barely ventured out of his room, and he'd lost almost everything he'd known and loved for instead living in this Cafe because he decided to save some random kid - but hey, at least he was fine now!
…
Actually, that sounded ridiculously stupid.
Even so, there was, for once, a time of peace and routine in Crow's life, and he was able to relax in this strange new environment. There was a lull in the ripples of change, most of which he created, despite the most recent being spontaneous and forced upon him. Although he could not yet see the consequences, the far-reaching changes he, and his newfound companions will experience, he was able to take this moment to rest.
As Crow, Cal and Blue sat together in front of the TV, as Hent argued in futility with Aral as she sipped her now-cooling tea, as Cyb prepared food for Clock's return, the motley crew from many multiverses was able to tread the water as the awaited the next wave of change.
“No. I will not tell them yet. I have to let them at least enjoy the calm before the storm. And don't be absurd. It won't change everything. Not yet.”
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