The door to the cafe opened and Moritz stepped into the building. He looked as if he had not gotten a lick of sleep the previous night, his eyes bearing dark circles and his black hair scraggly and poking up in all directions. Moritz obviously didn't care how he was dressed, wearing purple and black pajama bottoms with an Arctic Monkeys shirt covering his torso. Behind him trailed a small purple voidling with a collar around his neck, the leash held loosely in Moritz' right hand.
	Moritz lifted his head, blowing the hair out of his face. His eyes locked on Raze standing in line with a cafe employee standing behind the counter in front of him. Staggering over to the man bearing Hecarim's powers Moritz cut his way through the line, meeting the protests of a few people in line with half-hearted apologies. Once Moritz got through to Raze he gripped his arm with fierce determination.
	"[color=92278f]How do you deal with it?[/color]" Moritz's voice was desperate, his eyes frenzied. "[color=92278f]It's been one night and I am about ready to break. I know you hear it too. [i]How do you deal with the voices?[/i][/color]" 
	His eyes would hold Raze's for a second before shifting over to the man behind the counter again. Straightening his back slightly Moritz would stutter "[color=92278f]... F-frappuccino, please. And I'll pay for whatever he's having.[/color]" He gestured at Raze before glancing over his shoulder. Moritz saw the people behind him in line, some of which were shooting glares at him. "[color=92278f]And, uh, theirs too.[/color]" he flashed a sheepish smile withdrawing his wallet front his pajama pocket.