Alala is sitting in a café sipping a latte as he gazes out the window. It’s raining, and the subtle pitter patter of the rain sets a nice relaxing mood, even against the muffled chatter of the other patrons. A half-eaten slice of cake sits on the table, along with another latte that appears to g̷͇̻͈͔̦̖̑̒͂̆̽̋̏̂͆̊̈́͘͝l̵̨͚̓̎̍̕͠ḯ̸̡̮̤̬͍̯͚̮̟̺͓̝͖͚͓́̍́̐̃̏̈́̂͘t̴̢̬͕̲̰̥̿͆̑̈́̓̔̕ç̷̦̳̝͇͓͎͔̹̒̿̽͘h̷͉͍̰̟̭͕̝̤̰̱̳͙͍̩͝ in and out… as does the chair across from him. It ᵽɨxɇłȺŧɇs and sɔɹɐɯqๅǝs, having some trouble staying in focus. Alala doesn't notice or, if he does, he doesn't make it obvious.
Eventually he turns toward the anomaly and speaks, tone occasionally distorting.
“I l̸̙͎͎̦͈͒̾̊i̶̛͓̤͚̝͎̮̫̻̤̯̖͙̼͔̺͖͍̠͕̠͉͍̼̲͉͖̰͍͇̠̩̅͐̈́̅̊̇͊̏̏̿̃̐́̊͌̈́̔̃͌̊̂̿͊̏̾́͒̉͛́̏́̈̂̂̂͗̂̐͂̋͑̅̒͘̚͝͠ͅͅk̷̡̡̡̘̟̼͎̟͎̫̪̘̭̹͈͚̯͖̠͇̲̟͙͎̪̼͕͍͙͉̜̦̞͍͖̓̉̿́͐̊̐̌̇̾́͆́̽̉̅̐̑̓͘͜͜͝͠͝͝e̴̢̡̡̧̢̨̛̛̦͉̲̭̱̝͎͔͎̦̜̞̱̩̲͍̞͚͈͔̲̗͓͉͇̫̖̝̯̙͍̤̭̜̠̟͂̇̒͆͐͛̈̉̈̓͌̊͐̈́̔̎̔̋͋̑́̅̅̏̽̾̾͑̌͌̓͊͌̚̚̕͜͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅ the rain.”
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Eventually he turns toward the anomaly and speaks, tone occasionally distorting.
“I l̸̙͎͎̦͈͒̾̊i̶̛͓̤͚̝͎̮̫̻̤̯̖͙̼͔̺͖͍̠͕̠͉͍̼̲͉͖̰͍͇̠̩̅͐̈́̅̊̇͊̏̏̿̃̐́̊͌̈́̔̃͌̊̂̿͊̏̾́͒̉͛́̏́̈̂̂̂͗̂̐͂̋͑̅̒͘̚͝͠ͅͅk̷̡̡̡̘̟̼͎̟͎̫̪̘̭̹͈͚̯͖̠͇̲̟͙͎̪̼͕͍͙͉̜̦̞͍͖̓̉̿́͐̊̐̌̇̾́͆́̽̉̅̐̑̓͘͜͜͝͠͝͝e̴̢̡̡̧̢̨̛̛̦͉̲̭̱̝͎͔͎̦̜̞̱̩̲͍̞͚͈͔̲̗͓͉͇̫̖̝̯̙͍̤̭̜̠̟͂̇̒͆͐͛̈̉̈̓͌̊͐̈́̔̎̔̋͋̑́̅̅̏̽̾̾͑̌͌̓͊͌̚̚̕͜͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅ the rain.”
The memory jumps back a bit ↺.
"I l- l- l- l- ḷ̶͍̀ȋ̶͕k̴͉͇̦̿ͅĕ̵͕̃̇̍ the rain."
Once again, the memory jumps back a bit ↺.
"I hα†ε the rain."