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[color=gray][sub]Time - Morning
Interactions - Eridania - [@Kautalya] [/sub][/color][/right]
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	Jules had a piece of bacon in his hand when a girl with very long black hair practically threw herself next to him. He had jumped on his seat and almost dropped the crispy bacon from his hand. Almost. Jules was used to being surprised like this out of nowhere. It was usual here with everyone's unique problems.

	Eri... something. Jules didn't really know her name, but he knew who she was. She had been here almost five months now, but they had never really talked. She always stood out with her long hair and slender figure, but he had never gotten the opportunity to talk to her other than a passing hello. 

	[color=A52A2A]"I do miss some things,"[/color] Jules smiled and offered the girl a piece of bacon. [color=A52A2A]"But I'm just tired of seeing all the pretty blue lights around me."[/color] He wrinkled his nose a bit at the mention of the lights. He didn't hide the side effects from other residents in Spring Hills or to his doctors. He knew that they knew. Or something like that. Jules just thought it was bothersome keeping something like this a secret. Besides, he needed a good reason to request the glasses in the first place, and saying something along the lines of "the lights hurt my eyes" was not going to be enough. 

	[color=A52A2A]"I'm Jules, by the way. You must be Eridenia? Eridania!"[/color] Jules smiled to himself when he finally remembered her name correctly. [color=A52A2A]"I've seen you around."[/color] Seen her dancing and talking to herself, too, something that was not unusual in Spring Hills. Or the streets. 

	Jules didn't judge. He understood people's troubles. Inside and out. He wasn't in a place to judge anyway; after the things, he had done while on the streets, everything seemed so normal.