Let it never be said that Kato Kwabena Kiote didn't know how to have fun! It was more that science had still to determine if what he did could truly be considered "fun", and if so, what that meant for the rest of us.
On this particular occasion, he had a bit of extra time on his hands after having consumed his lunch (grapes, cheese, and a tin of imported crackers he'd found in a drawer of his desk somewhere and seemed reasonably fresh). It wasn't a satisfying lunch, but he hadn't the heart to seek out a restaurant for anything better. He was still isolating himself after the last time he'd been out in public and his dear, beloved Richard had been so wretchedly sick all over that very nice man. She was, thankfully, sleeping at home where she belonged, but as he couldn't shake the memory of the event he'd just as soon rather eat alone.
The crackers, however, were not as fresh as they'd seemed upon first inspection. Kato therefore could indulge himself in one of his more favorite of activities: feeding ducks. Kato did this with a single-mindedness devotion that other men reserved for their work or family. It wasn't that Kato liked ducks in particular, but there was something very soothing about his interactions with them. Not to mention they made the most charming little noises. As there was no one else as far as he could see, he was keeping up a spirited line of dialogue with his feathered best and only friends.
"Say here, Hubert-- that's quite enough cracker for you. Fatimah hasn't had any-- Chuma! Be nice!"
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