Post number #779272, ID: 4a778b
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> Soft amber light lights the interior of a vaguely familiar tea and coffee shop. A record player spins a vinyl as a soft jazz fills the air. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMnrl0tmd3k)
> Standing behind the counter and cleaning some of the equipment is a young man dressed in a white blouse and tan camisole. His glasses slightly askew.
> A new bar has been installed to suit a more personal and comforting atmosphere. The signs hanging above it are now properly capitalized.
Post number #779388, ID: d02dcf
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>A figure, clad in a jacket with a hood pulled over their head, enters the bar and make their way towards the counter. The hood and a baseball cap obscures their face, a small satchel was at their side, but not much else is apparent. She appears to be wearing some sort of sweatpants and a pair of sport shoes.
Post number #779403, ID: 4a778b
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>>779388 > The man behind the counter, presumably Edgar perks up and smiles at the newcomer.
"Hi, welcome to Teafluent. My name is Edgar, how can I help you?"
> He cheerily clapped his hands together before resting them on the counter top.
Post number #779423, ID: d02dcf
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>>779403 >The figure takes their hood and cap off, revealing a young girl, a little on the frail side. She runs her fingers through her short auburn hair to tidy it up a little before she looks at Edgar.
"Hi, um, do you have Prince of Wales blend? I'll take that with some tea sandwich, thank you."
Post number #779424, ID: f9d3e5
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>A man with a rather unkempt appearance walks into the shop, wearing a white t-shirt and baggy cargo pants. On his wrist is a hospital armband. He takes a seat at the bar and lets out a yawn.
> Edgar nodded politely before stepping away from the counter and preparing the tea and sandwiches. He always kept warm tea pots handy, and it wasn't long before the tea was steeping and Edgar was delicately cutting salmon, cucumber, and cream cheese sandwiches.
> He set a plate of eight delicate triangles, or two sandwiches, and the pot of tea with a simple porcelain cup.
"Please enjoy, it's a cup I don't mind for my own evenings."
> Once this order was completed Edgar walked over to the other gentleman and smiled as he greeted him.
"Welcome to Teafluent, sir, how can I help you? You look like you might want a coffee, but if you're not worried about falling asleep I can get you a cup of tea too."
> He gently tapped his fingers on the counter in a rhythm two times before stopping.
Post number #779604, ID: d02dcf
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>>779544 >The girl mutters a half-hearted thanks before handing a credstick over to you. She takes the tray of food and drink and moves over to sit down at one of the seats at the counter.
> Edgar gingerly took the credstick before scanning and handing it back to the girl. Once she settled in at the counter he placed two small bowls of sugar and creamer in front of her.
> Returning to the man, Edgar nodded thoughtfully and considered his options.
"Well, I have a lot of blends on hand, actually. I'd recommend either a chamomile or a lavender. Both of them are quite useful for winding down and getting to bed."
Post number #779865, ID: d02dcf
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>>779779 >The girl takes the credstick before retreating to her seat, pouring herself a cup of tea before. Out of the satchel she takes a red hardcover notebook alongside a fountain pen, which she uses to start noting down in her notebook, ignoring all the other people inside the shop. After a while, she pulls out another book; Oliver Twist according to the title of the book, which she occasional opens to read in the midst of her noting.
>Edgar smiled and walked away to prepare the lavender tea for the man. The soft clinking of ceramic and porcelain joined the jazz that tied the room together. It only took a few minutes before a cup and a tea pot rest in front of the gentleman.
"I hope you enjoy it. It has a lovely smell, flavor, and even color."
> He then set down some sugar and creamer, if desired.
"Yeah, I'd never been here before. I'm still admitted to the hospital after an accident, I looked for a tea shop nearby. I slipped out unnoticed and I'll be back before they even notice I'm gone."
Post number #783860, ID: 678534
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>>783331 >While going through her research, the girl occasionally take a sip of her tea and, every once in a while, a bite of her sandwich, all in silence.
>After a while, another figure enters the shop. A man dressed in a dark gray softshell and trousers. A matching beanie covers his head, a respirator hangs by his belt along side a holstered pistol. >The man takes a moment to scan around the shop, his eyes eventually resting on the redheaded girl.
Post number #783874, ID: 90b73d
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>Following behind the man, an unrelated party enters. A small girl, on the shorter side, with long black hair down to her back, wearing a pink long-sleeved t-shirt and a skirt on. Her shirt had the words "Life is a fuck" written on it. The sleeves covered her hands, and the shirt itself was a size or two too big for her. She had a Walther PDP holstered on her leg.
"Ah! The sign got updated!"
>Was the first thing she said as she entered and took a seat next to the counter.
> Edgar turned and greeted his newest guests as the door bell chimed.
"Hello and welcome to Teafluent. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you. Unfortunately, I don't have any fresh pastries tonight but there's some coffee cake from this morning."
> He stepped over to the counter and placed his hands on his hips. Edgar smiled politely.
Post number #784111, ID: 90b73d
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>>784109 >Upon hearing that there was no fresh pastries, the girl, Evening, makes a pouting face. For a whole 5 seconds before giggling softly.
"Coffee cake is perfectly fine~! As for tea...Hmm...What do you recommend, Mister Edgar~?"
Post number #784117, ID: 673036
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>>784109 "I'll take a coffee, strong as you can make it, I have a long night. A coffee cake will work fine."
>He said coldly, keeping a piercing glare on the studying girl.
> Edgar nodded lamentably with Evening's pout before stepping away to get her coffee cake. He hummed along with the jazz before speaking over his shoulder to the girl.
"I am partial to a nice hibiscus, but given the lateness of the evening I would recommend a chrysanthemum or chamomile tea for tonight."
"Whoa buddy, no need to get torn up about it. It's only natural for a business owner to worry about someone who's armed eyeing one of his patrons. He didn't know you two were related."
Post number #784137, ID: 673036
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>>784135 >The man turns to give Gou a once-over. He then immediately shoots back.
"...and what are you doing outside the hospital, detective? Should I report this to your friends at the station?"
"Clearly, I'm out getting some evening tea. I don't want no trouble, bounty hunter."
"Besides the guys at the station aren't my friends, just my co-workers. Still, they know well enough that this is an everyday occurrence for me."
Post number #784188, ID: 673036
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>>784148 "...and I'm just here to spend time with my little sister. I'm not interested in any of your business, so don't try to stick your finger in mine."
>He replies, before he abruptly turns away and walks over to where his sister is sitting, muttering under his breath.
>"You cops are all the same."
>He puts his tray on the counter, causing the girl to shoots an annoyed look at him, which changes to a smile when she recognizes him.
"Mav! You're early."
Post number #784189, ID: 673036
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>Maverick takes off his beanie, revealing the auburn hair matching that of his sister. He then takes a seat next to the girl.
"I guess I am. Oh, I dropped by a bookstore got the book you wanted, something two cities? It's in the car, I'll give it to you later."
>The girl beams and jumps off her seat to give him a hug. He kept a neutral face, but nonetheless returns the hug, even if he's a little hesistant.
> Edgar quickly swapped to a moderated yet cheerful tone before fixing the Evening's evening drink.
> He placed the fixings in front of Evening and nodded politely.
"Enjoy."
Post number #784242, ID: 9e1217
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>In walks a young lady, with faded pink hair and blue eyes, she wears an oversized parka with the words "New-Port Highschool Grad. 2022" on it >She looks around, gaze calm and level before taking a seat at the counter "Good evening." >She adresses the man behind the counter with a small grin
Post number #784281, ID: 90b73d
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>>784239 >Evening takes a bite of her coffee cake as she watches Edgar prepare the tea. She hums and kicks her legs slightly.
"Thank you Mister Edgar~!"
>She gives a wide smile and takes a small sip before giggling softly, hearing the lady's greeting.
> Edgar bowed his head for the nth time. He does this a lot.
Post number #784304, ID: 90b73d
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>>784301 >Evening gives a nod and closes her eyes, listening to some of the conversations around her, continuing to hum to herself.
Post number #784316, ID: 673036
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>>784239 "Oh, give me a break. Do you need to comment on everything?"
>Maverick lets out an annoyed groan and turns around to give Edgar a frigid glare. But his sister grabs him by the arm before he could say more.
"Mav, stop, what's going on with you?"
>She says, her tone firm. Maverick keeps his eyes on Edgar, but answers;
"Nothing, Sam, nothing's going on."
>Samantha rolls her eyes.
"Bullshit, Maverick, you're not like this normally. Back off, tell me what's wrong."
Post number #784383, ID: 045fd6
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>>784301 >The grin on her face deepens "I'll have milk tea, plenty sweet." >She takes a glance around, her blue eyes briefly landing on everyone inside the building before moving on "Quite the cozy place you have here, I can't believe I've never seen it until now." >She chuckles "I'll need to bring my little sister here, she loves these kinds of things."
> Quickly shifting to his customer, Edgar nodded and turned to his machines.
"Would you like any flavors, and what sort of bubbles would you prefer? I try to keep this place homey. I'm glad you like it."
Post number #784405, ID: 045fd6
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>>784394 "I'm not too choosy, I'll let you surprise me." >She turns back to Edgar, her eyes lingering on his face for a few second before she once again turns away "Indeed... it's quite the delightful atmosphere." >Her gaze lingers on anything of note, absorbing the atmosphere and details fully in a calm and collected way
"Of course, I'll give you my personal favorite, then."
> Edgar hummed along with the jazz as he worked on the milk tea. It wasn't long before he sat a tall cup of a milky mango tea in front of the woman.
"Mango tea with plain tapioca. I like the texture and light bitterness to offset the sweetness. I hope you enjoy it as much as you enjoy my tea shop."
> He stepped back and turned to start cleaning off his work space.
Post number #784407, ID: 045fd6
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>>784406 >The girl takes the drink and sips it slowly "Hm, quite nice." >She nods, her gaze still wondering "I do so enjoy sweetness... my mouth can't taste much else these days." >She sighs
Post number #784448, ID: dab3c5
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>A tall Albino woman wearing a red bomber jacket walks into the tea shop
Post number #784532, ID: 673036
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>>784394 "Stand down, both of you."
>Samantha says sternly, still holding on to her brother's side, finally managing to get him to turn back to her. She peeks over his shoulder at Edgar.
"Please, leave us alone for a second, I'm sure there's plenty of people that need your attention."
>She says, before turning her attention back to Maverick.
"Now, spill it, Maverick. I'm not getting kicked out on my night off just because you're being a dickhead."
Post number #784552, ID: dab3c5
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>The Albino girl walks up to the counter with a seepish grin "Did I come at a weird time?" >She mutters to herself as she takes off her jacket, revealing a prim and proper white dress shirt with short sleeves, exposing her pale, frail-looking arms. >She scans around for an empty seat
>Edgar hastily sputtered before standing before her at the counter and fixing his glasses.
"Every time is a good time at Teafluent. Sorry that you had to witness that. What can I do for you tonight?"
>Edgar politely gestured towards one of the available bar seats next to Gou.
Post number #784616, ID: 4acc28
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>A man enters the shop. He's got a hand in his pocket and a foot caught on the door. He observes the lighting above.
Post number #784618, ID: 27943d
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>>784616 >A hand in his pocket,a foot in the door... and a person-- a tad shorter than him-- grumbling as they hide in his shadow, right on his heels.
>When Nano looks back at them, his ponytail follows. "Looking to trip me?" >He asks politely.
>Not waiting for an answer, he removes his foot and steps further inside. There's something he's looking for that isn't written on anything behind the counter.
Post number #784621, ID: eef2f7
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>A very small Lilim girl walks into the shop, practically dragging her feet. Her icy blue eyes look tired and sullen, and her long blonde hair is rather unkempt. She heads over to the counter and sighs softly while waiting to be seen.
Post number #784633, ID: dab3c5
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>>784591 >The girl plops down unto a seat, sighing "Good, great even, looked pretty tense here for a moment" >She puts an elbow unto the counter, resting her chin atop her hand "Well, how about your best Rooibos? if you have some of course" >She asks the man behind the counter
"All good here... Rooibos? I haven't had anyone order that since I've opened. Lucky for you, I've got some."
> Edgar stepped away from the counter to prepare yet another teapot, this one clear glass rather than ceramic. As he did so he called out to the newest guest at the counter.
> Edgar's face dropped once Gou asked about pastries. He gave a heavy sigh and stopped what he was doing to turn and face the detective.
"Well... I had some pastries, but... Well my brother is convinced that the Gleetins from Eberex Prime out in.. er... some galaxy are using the pastries as a means to change us to suit their desires."
> Edgar pushed up his glasses and shrugged.
"He told me they were making me soy, and thus he absconded with them."
Post number #784648, ID: be3e66
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>>784532>>784591 >When Maverick stays quiet, glancing over to the cop in the room, Samantha sighs.
"Alright, stop it, we can just leave. Tell me about it in the car or something."
>She says, packing up her stuff and hops down, dragging him by the hand out of the shop.
"Odd kid. Wonder what I did to the guy. I honestly couldn't care less about his work or the drugs he's toting around."
>Gou takes another sip of his tea.
"Sounds like your brother's got quite the imagination. Not much unlike my little girl."
"Probably gets into all sorts of trouble like her too."
Post number #784655, ID: 90b73d
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>>784633 >Glancing over at the woman, Evening hums to herself softly and whispers.
"Familiar face...Hehe, couldn't be Dunne~"
>She giggles to herself and takes a sip of her tea.
Post number #784747, ID: 8e6007
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>>784620 >Nano might not be /waiting/ for an answer, but he /gets/ one-- in the form of a swift tap to the tread of his shoe by the toe of their sneaker as he steps forward. It's only done with enough force to upset his balance a tad; whoever it is that's nudging him knows very well that it'd take more than a little kick-up to knock him over.
Post number #784748, ID: 8e6007
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>>784747 "Huh? Nah, that'd be >>>mean; y'know me, 'm just'a type't gets kinda clumsy after bein' jerked around in a>>>headlock for fifteen minutes."
>Their tone shifts from one of jest to one of annoyance. They scowl. Or is that a pout?
">>>So sorry'f I bump into ya few times after all that. Still>>>kinda out of it."
>They make an attempt to lean their shoulder into Nano's back.
"Whoops--"
Post number #784791, ID: dab3c5
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>>784655 >The Albino woman turns to you with a smile, her eyes closed "I think you may have the wrong person, I'd remember meeting someone like you if I ever did" >She chuckles "That doesn't mean we can't introduce ourselves right now though" >She extends a hand towards you "Falschen, I'm a gardener down in Temple-1"
Post number #784851, ID: ca6b1b
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> A tall, lanky-looking lilim enters into the tea shop. Their green eyes glow oddly in the light of the shop as he walks forward, looking around as he approaches the counter. There's a distracted air about him as he moves, seemingly not paying any mind to where he's walking
> He gets to the counter and keeps looking around, despite obviously knowing he shouldn't be.
> Edgar smiled and nodded, his fingers tapping together.
"Yes, yes. This is Teafluent and it's my lovely little tea house. Please take a seat and let me know what you'd like! We've got just about everything you can imagine.
> Edgar stepped to the side and gestured to one of the few empty seats left at the counter that seemed to grow the more people came in.
>Nano yelps and wobbles as much as you'd expect. He grabs behind himself even if it's a blind spot. "We're in public," >He gasps and whispers, sounding a little too dramatic to be concerned. He pushes his back into them.
Post number #784878, ID: 27943d
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>>784865 >There's a yelp and a growl; a sharply muttered "Move it!", before noises of frustration give way to those of amusement-- Nano's companion leans into him further, and snickers loudly. An unstoppable force, and an (apparently) unmovable object... what a pair, these two!
Post number #784881, ID: eef2f7
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>>784640 "Um hi I was just wondering if you had any kinds of tea that would help with relaxation." "My job keeps kind of pushing me to do something other than just trying to drink my depression away." "They say it's becoming a real problem."
>The petite lilim girl spoke softly and avoided eye contact, staring down at her shoes.
Post number #784896, ID: dab3c5
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>>784878 >Falschen turns her head towards the unmovable force and object waging war with eachother, her ears having picked up on their voices >Her pale cherry pink lips morph into a wide grin as her eyes narrows >she waves towards the both of them
"B-Behave yourself-" >He chuckles, finding an arm and hooking them in. He leads his pal stumbling towards the display items. Maybe they have dry samples here? Sprinkle some leaves in your mouth? Well, not his mouth.
Post number #784942, ID: 90b73d
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>>784791 >Evening giggles softly and shakes Falschen's hand
"Ehe, did I say that out loud~? My mistake~! As for me...You can call me Evening, since that's easier to pronounce than my actual name~"
>Giving a wide smile, she tilts her head slightly, humming softly to herself.
"I'm just an ex-intelligence officer who spends her time tinkering with drones nowadays~. Though gardening sounds like a rewarding hobby~"
> Edgar paused and looked over at the two playfully bickering with one another as they walked into the shop. There were dry samples behind the counter, but as they approached Edgar carefully lifted a small bottle of water with a nozzle.
"Something to relax? Sure! I'll get you some rose and honey. It's a good relaxant."
Post number #785174, ID: eef2f7
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>>785053 "Mhm, alright thank you." "If you think that'd work, I mean it's not like I care about the work that much anymore but they kept pushing me to try and get some help."
> The petite Lilim sighed softly and did her best to hop up to a seat.
> Edgar set the spray bottle down as he went to fix a rose teapot for the Lilim. While it was steeping he returned to her with a small bottle of honey.
"Well, perhaps it's better to try than to not try at all. Alcohol might only be keeping you in such a negative state. I would recommend a nice hour of meditation each day, personally, or professional help."
> He stepped away again to retrieve the tea pot and a mug before setting both down in front of her.
"annnoo...... just green... tea? There's more than one kind?"
> His look changes to one of more confusion. He tries to reference all he knows about green tea and his banks just come up with nothing that he thinks could be useful
"hmm.... my caretaker made it. It wasn't green-green but it was green tea. There was rice in it? It had a toasty taste definitely. My apologies if that doesn't help you. I will take whichever you feel is good"
> He gives an apologetic bow
Post number #785591, ID: 27943d
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>>784909>>785053 >What's that spray bottle for? Guy must be fixing to mist some succulents he's got hidden away under the counter, or something. Maybe he's got a treasure trove of crystals stashed away there, too? Definitely looks the type to collect all sorts of weird junk...
>The half of the pair doing a wobbly waltz over to the tidy arrangement of teas throws a mischievous glance over her shoulder at the poor soul acting as her chaperone.
>Nano would have leaned over her to grab for the goods, but Gou's reply makes him pause. He whispers in her ear instead: "Ooh, you heard the man.." >...And gets another arm around her to squeeze her tight.
>Speaking publicly has him put on a completely different expression. "Don't worry, sir.. That's just the sarcasm. She'll get it out of her system soon enough."
> A warning shot was fired, a single fierce misting into the air next to the pair. Edgar pouted with the bottle in hand.
"The next one won't miss, please don't wrestle or manhandle customers or product."
> He turned and got back to preparing Fox's tea, humming as he went after setting the bottle down.
Post number #785715, ID: 688558
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>>784942 "Rewarding is one way to describe it, its always pleasant to see the fruits of your labor directly." >Falschen says with a wide grin "Intelligence officer was it? I bet there's not much you could tell me about your previous work?" >Her curiosity seemed piqued.
> Fox nervously takes a step back, seeing what was going on and not wanting to get sprayed with what he assumed was water. He eyes a table and takes a step towards it
“Umm… I’m going to sit over at that table I think. Thank you again”
Post number #786219, ID: 27943d
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Post number #786258, ID: 05ee30
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>Shyly a Lillim peeks her head into the doorway. She backs away a few times, peeking her head in a few more until she finally decides to head inside. She isn't one anyone would recognize, though her look is... Unique. She has Bright blue hair tied into twintails, and an almost neon pink dress on. >Once inside, she nervously stammers to the counter. "h-hello. do you have any topkek here?"
Post number #786279, ID: 27943d
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>>785598>>785619>>785693>>785716 >Surrounded by scolding; ambushed, /accosted/ from all sides by admonishment--!! Her lips pull back in a tight grimace as annoyance at all of this "uninvited" criticism begins to wind her like a spring. The coil only tightens further when her former "partner in crime" betrays her, and starts to rub it in. She tenses in his arms, and makes as if she's trying to worm her way out of them.
"L-lemme go--!!"
>She throws a half-hearted elbow his way.
Post number #786280, ID: 27943d
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>>786279 >She pauses in her squirming to squint at Gou.
"What, y'the hired muscle here all'a sudden--"
>She glowers at Edgar for a moment before returning her attention to the detective.
"-- or ya just tryna score a free refill by kissin' ass?"
>The woman's eyes drift to Gou's wrist as he raises his cup to his mouth. A sharp "tsk!" escapes her before she tosses her head in disgust.
"どっかいけよ..."
Post number #786285, ID: 75218b
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>>786280 > The Japanese in the air sparks the Lilim’s interest and he walks toward the sound, worrying about what could be happening. Something in his audio-core tells him the voice is familiar.
“何それ?大丈夫?”
> he finally approaches who could have been talking and it dawns on him that it’s someone who could charitably be considered his friend
“テンさん?君が?”
Post number #786286, ID: 27943d
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>>786285 >The woman starts when she hears the lilim call her name-- or, /one/ of her names, anyway. A quick glance his way would reveal why this one, in particular, is being used.
"ありえへん...!"
>She shields her eyes with her palm in disappointment, applying some ostrich logic to this sticky situation-- maybe if /she/ can't see Fox, he'll lose track of/her/...
Post number #786287, ID: 75218b
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>>786286 “関西弁知らない… けど… こんばんは!久しぶり”
> The lilim clearly doesn’t understand the social cue of what it means to hide ones face. He also doesn’t seem to even notice the whole *everything* happening around his friend
Post number #786289, ID: 27943d
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>>786287 >The woman quietly parrots Fox in a nasally, sing-song tone.
"'関西弁知らない'~"
>She sneers and rolls her eyes, muttering to herself.
"Huh, now that's a thought. You think that works?"
>Gou snaps his fingers and speaks to Edgar.
"Hell of a place you got here Edgar, can I just say this tea is excellent."
>Then shoots the roughhouser a sideways glance and a small smirk.
Post number #786291, ID: 75218b
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>>786289 > Fox somehow doesn’t notice for a second the obvious situation and instead continues to focus on his ‘friend’
“ねえ how has everything been? I remember hearing about weird stuff happening and meant to ask your partner about it. Do you mind if I sit near you?”
>>786290 > His blinders really are on, as he still hasn’t fully registered the situation with this person he doesn’t even know at the table he’s getting comfortable at
Post number #786294, ID: 8e3c1d
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> An air of ambivalence seeps into the settelement and towards the counter — a brunette woman dressed with what appears to be a leisurewear: a white dress shirt under a deep, royal blue vest — and accompanied by darker shades of grey and black for her trousers and boots, respectively.
> Her eyes reflect a surpassingly reserved insight. The colour of green, almost jade, did those orbs show.
> At the small beep of a timer, Edgar steps away from the counter and brings Fox his tea and fixings.
"Please enjoy, sir!"
Post number #786667, ID: 8e3c1d
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>>786641 > The woman slightly tilts her head upwards. Not even a blink later, she had returned into eye contact with Edgar again.
"Then, I shall be forward with my request. This is one brew a dear friend gave me the pleasure of experiencing; it had such taste hinting of tieluohan wherefore a sharp spice is expected — nary that, it too, had a long aroma of the flower fields, as one with tieguanyin."
> She pauses, briefly distracted.
"… Will that description suffice?"
Post number #786755, ID: 4acc28
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>>786279 #786287
>It's at this point Nano realizes he's added fuel to the fire. It doesn't matter if the burn isn't serious - He's the one who dragged her along! He doesn't want to make her day worse. He'll accept all the elbows she can give. When "Ten" and Fox's chat taper off, he mutters a "Sorry.." >and pats her side. This particular friendly stranger doesn't register as a surprise to him, given that they both greet each other on familiar terms.
Post number #786757, ID: 4acc28
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>After some debating..
"..."
>He whispers at her again. Unlike before, it's nigh incomprehensible. He parts with a "..But let me look first. Okay?" >He's not meeting her in the eyes.
Post number #786805, ID: dab3c5
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>>785810 >Falschen chuckles "I see, grew attached to them eh?" >She sips on her tea slowly "What kinda work do you do nowadays?"
Post number #786971, ID: 84de65
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>>786641 "I'll have um... raspberry..."
"Raspberry tea it is! I've got some dried raspberries around here somewhere..."
> Edgar stepped back towards his various tea-making instruments and began to prepare both brews. Albeit one taking far more care and with some additives.
Post number #787030, ID: aefe14
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>>787028 "Your efforts shall not be unnoticed. Thank you."
> The woman gives a smile, displaying a sincere gratitude as she watches Edgar go through his means of concocting the brew.
Post number #787266, ID: 49d69e
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>Another pair of figures enters the shop. One is a man with raven-black hair sported in a buzz cut, a small scar can be seen above his right eye if one looks closely. Half of his face is covered by a dark gray neck gaiter and he is dressed in a desert tan shell jacket and a pair of cargo pants.
Post number #787269, ID: 49d69e
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>The other figure is a woman with equally dark hair, neatly cut into a shoulder-length bob. She wears a neck gaiter as well, although it's currently pulled down around her neck. She has a small ear piece inside on her ear. She is dressed in a brown leather jacket, although a black turtleneck sweater can be seen underneath, as well as a pair of navy blue jeans and heavy-duty boots.
> After a few more moments, Edgar brought the prepared teas to the guests who desired them.
"For you, madam, some Raspberry tea!"
> A pause as he placed down creamer and sugar.
"And for you, madam, a spice black tea that I hope will fit what you desired."
> He set down the pot and the saucers, quickly realizing that with the sudden rush of customers he's running out of his nearly limitless supply of teapots.
Post number #787686, ID: 27943d
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>>786757>>786291 >As Nano bows his head to nestle his nose in her hair, and murmurs softly into her ear, the woman's chest jumps-- she flinches. Why?
"..."
>Ah, it must be from the impact of her heart, hurled like a fastball into the bony net of her ribcage. That's three strikes, batter-- you're out-- benched, for the rest of the trip! "Ten" accepts her defeat with a wobble of her lip, and a hard blink.
Post number #787688, ID: 27943d
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>>787686 >She mumbles, either to the man busy turning her face all kinds of red, or the lilim fixing to chatter her one /free/ ear off:
"... Fine."
>>786805 >The friendly wave Fal gave her on the way into the cafe did not go unnoticed-- but, only just now is it acknowledged. The woman raises a shaky hand in greeting.
"H-hey, Fal...!"
>Her shoulders sag, and her back bends under the crushing weight of her own embarrassment as she croaks out a hello.
> Fox takes the tea set and quickly finds a seat to make himself comfortable and even has chairs for Nano and "Ten" to sit down on.
> He pours a cup for everyone around him, grabbing mugs wherever he spots a clean one, not considering whether or not he could do that, before pouring himself one and taking a deep drink
"飲みて!お茶です"
> He finally notices Falschen and waves, recognizing them but not being able to place from where yet
>He sees the Lillim that hasn't noticed him and waves his hands around with a smile.
"And hello to you too!"
Post number #787721, ID: b79ed0
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>>787667 > The woman gazed at each process before the tea became what it is now — from preparation to serving. Her delicate mannerism were thorough and wouldn't have exempted her from the label of a 'bourgeois critic'.
"A flavour that manifests protection from enmity; a flavour for unity. What was said was once true for tea."
> She muses, in a voice albeit too quiet for the room, before tapping the table lightly with her index and middle finger.
>Breaking from his realization that he was quickly running out of ceramics. Edgar noticed his two newest customers and gently bowed in their direction.
"Welcome to Teafluent! How can I help you?"
>Edgar spoke quickly as he attempted to stop and keep an eye on Fox's grabbing hands before ultimately giving up and letting him take the mugs.
> Slowing down yet again, Edgar sighed and smiled at the woman.
"Of course, please enjoy it."
Post number #787746, ID: b79ed0
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>>787737 > A polite bow.
"What shall I address you as?"
> With a glimpse towards the busy day, she returned the smile at Edgar. Her behaviour continues unperturbed whilst herself becoming entranced by the scent of the tea.
"Our time may be fleeting; alas, that is no guarantee that I won't return here. For myself, it is of utmost importance to know the name of those that have given their services."
Post number #787753, ID: 629952
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>>787737 >The woman smiles softly to herself, noticing the capitalized characters on the signs and menus.
"Well, I'm thinking earl gray tea... for both of us."
>She replies to the man behind the counter, turning to her companion for confirmation. The man nods.
"Yep, earl gray sounds perfect, thank you."
>She quickly leans over the counter once they'd finished ordering.
>"Did you try capslock, or did you get the shift key situation sorted out?"
Post number #787774, ID: efa75f
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>>787702 >"Ten" directs her gaze towards the ID band on Gou's wrist once again-- she jerks her chin upward, indicating the bracelet with a nod.
"Don't you got somewhere t'be, pally? Got tea back on the floor; know'f you'd fuckin' stayed there like you're s'posed to. Y'wanna get your nurse in trouble?"
>Suddenly, she /cares/ about the nurses? What's gotten into her? Her husband would call her on her bullshit in mere seconds, if he was here...
"Well, the only tea they have in the hospital are those mass produced tea bags; Black tea, block cheddar, and saltines aren't gonna do the trick."
"Nobody's gonna know I'm gone by the time I get back, it's a victimless crime! Maybe if they didn't want me to leave they shouldn't have given me a window so close to the drain pipe."
Post number #787785, ID: efa75f
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>>787778 >The woman grunts, and shakes her head disapprovingly.
"Ain't got stones t'go AMA? Or that street sign clock ya hard enough that y'couldnt make it through the paperwork?"
"Oh! You saw the story then, huh? Yeah that sign really cold cocked me but I might just be allergic to paperwork. Skipping out of paperwork to jump out of a window just sounds like an average Wednesday to me."
Post number #787792, ID: efa75f
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>>787789 "Keep this shit up, 'n that big-ass tree's gonna get jealous. Sure it's plottin' revenge on ya already-- can see the headlines now:"
>"Ten" holds up her hands in front of her, as if spreading her words across the LED display of an imaginary ticker tape.
"'(Christmas) Lights Out-- Cop Electrocuted After Getting Tangled Up in Tinsel'."
>Gou belts out in laughter, slamming the table with his palm.
"I'd nearly forgotten about that one! Shifu used to tell us that just as a tall tree is known for its shadow, so too is a great man known for his enemies. He never said anything about having a tall tree for an enemy.
"The megachristmas tree was a mighty foe indeed but I gotta say it's *bark* is definitely worse than it's bite."
>Gou quips, wetly.
Post number #788363, ID: 45a31e
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>>787688 >Falschen seems a bit surprised to be acknowledged so late but still breaks out into a grin >She rises from her chair and approaches both 'Ten' and Fox "I thought I would be ignored for a while there, I was stressing out, thinking you hadn't recognized me without my coat!" >The tall Albino seems to be in a really good mood
"Earl Grey it is! And as for the signs... my brother returned the shift key, but it seems pastries are now the devil instead. So, I've lost those."
> He stepped away to prepare more tea, gently flicking a switch to light up a Capacity sign on the big glass windows.
Post number #788606, ID: 485f95
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>>788566 "My, you have one mischievous brother indeed, mister Edgar."
>The woman remarks with an amused but gentle grin.
"Quite, reminds me of a certain someone's brother."
>The man quips, prompting a glare from his female companion. He grins back and continues.
"Well, fine, perhaps more in a 'joking at the wrong time' way than a 'stealing random items from their siblings' way."
Post number #788619, ID: 76c15b
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>>788566 "I have a great many names. However, those acquainted refer to me as 'Ceasenne'."
> The woman mentions her name in a different tone; she wasn't one to shy away from an introduction.
"It is a fine day meeting you, Edgar. I expect myself to return here in a distant tomorrow."
> She smiles and before her hand is this small serving of the tea — a second pouring. First to cleanse, second to indulge.
Post number #788621, ID: dab3c5
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>>788619 >Falschen's attuned ears don't miss the mention of "Ceasenne", but she decides to not poke her nose where it doesn't belong >The faint smile on her face doesn't vanish though, as she recalls memories of a certain evening.
Post number #788629, ID: 485f95
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>>788619>>788621 >Likewise, the mention of the name earns Ceasenne a quick glance from the couple at the counter, but the pair didn't speak up either.
"Er... mischievous is not the word I would use for him. He's a conspiracy nut and regularly makes my life harder than it should be. If I didn't support him, though..."
> Edgar trailed off, rubbing the back of his head before setting out the last of his teapots for the couple along with two well-decorated cups.
>The pitcher doesn't jump for joy at his win. Rather, he follows the pattern on the cafe floor, only looking up when he has tea to peruse. Tins and boxes. Let's think about that. Nano picks one up and turns it in his hand. Maybe he'll ask for that sample.
"...."
>Yeah, let's.. Uh... Where was he? Err...
Post number #788961, ID: b47b5b
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>>788927 "Well, I do wish the best for you both. Hopefully you have better luck with him next time around."
>The woman replies to you as she takes the tray before she, too, trails off into silence.
"Thanks for the tea."
>Her partner interject, filling the awkward silence as he hands you a credstick.
"Mr.Edgar, right? I'm Fields, Rowan Fields, and I presume you've met my wife before."
Post number #789198, ID: c86d87
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>>788621>>788629 > Ceasenne unfailingly dons a smile, keenly aware of those in the room. Her aloof act is nothing short of familiar.
>>788927 "Certainly. Why, you must have quite attained some yourself, haven't you? An epithet, perhaps?"
Post number #789583, ID: bfed99
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>>787797 >The woman's eyebrow twitches. She sucks in her bottom lip before starting to chew at it, barely escaping the urge to shove a canine through as Gou continues spouting off.
"Husband spent two fuckin' >>>hours pickin' glass outta you, y'know."
>She neglects to mention the part she played in the whole ordeal. The only real reason she knows this "story" is because she kept this clown from immediately bleeding out before he could make it into surgery.
>Gou raises an eyebrow, why is she not laughing? He feels like he's trying to cut tension with a spoon.
"Ahh, You're married to Dr. Walker? Good man, I appreciate everything he's done for me."
"Now. I'm no scientist, but I do know at least one equation: Tragedy plus time equals comedy. Take it from me, miss. It's much easier to get over the hard times if you know you can laugh about it later."
"No Rain. No Rainbow. I just happen to be in the habit of making both."
> Edgar nodded thoughtfully, a content smile on his face.
"Ah, yeah, she was here not too long ago. Earl Grey and a blueberry pie. I try to remember everyone who comes in through my door. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fields.
> Edgar returned the credstick after the transaction.
"And thank you, I'll hopefully wrangle him in eventually."
> Edgar sheepishly shrugged before laying his hands on the counter, turning to his guest.
"Only the names by my brother."
Post number #789673, ID: 599a51
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>>789650 "Likewise."
>Rowan nods back, taking back the credstick. Before the couple looks around for a seat. Valentine's eyes immediately fall on Evening. She calls out almost immediately at the woman.
"My, miss Evening. We've run into eachother a fair few times lately haven't we? What a small world."
>Her heart almost immediately sibks as she realizes something.
"Oh dear, I forgot, silly me. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch! I'm afraid you might've missed the wedding."
Post number #789708, ID: 2b2964
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>>789650 "None too memorable, I presume?"
> Ceasenne breaks the conversation with a sip of her tea. A slow process of assessing the taste once more, to see if her palate is anything but wrong.
"There was once an art I saw. Perchance that it still reserved its elusive nature, you shall know it by its extravagant movements, and of course, the long-spout teapot. Do such a display interest you, I wonder?"
"Plenty were memorable, some got him stuck out on the streets for a night or two. I've always let him back in, he'd probably find dangerous crowds if I didn't keep an eye on him."
> Edgar sighed and took his glasses off to clean. A cloth out from under the counter, one of several strategically placed for just a moment.
"You're talking about... the one that involves Tai Chi? I know of it, but it's never something I've really had a chance to watch."
Post number #789973, ID: c9ec1c
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>>789875 "I speak of the grand ceremony to pour tea; so much so, it became its own art, requiring practice not dissimilar to the martial kind. Would you believe that such a practice is able to enhance the flavour of tea?"
> Ceasenne carefully sets her empty teacup. A distinct clink is heard as it touches the outer rim of the saucer.
"Through the copper pot, a new taste is born from much of the same leaves. Invigorating, I say."
> Edgar nods thoughtfully as Ceasenne describes the art.
"I see... that makes sense, things always taste better when you put more care and effort into them. It's why I started this business."
> Edgar gently cast his hand to his side, showing everything behind the counter.
"Takes a lot each morning to set up, and I don't get much free time but... it's invigorating, and I think beneficial for those who decide to come here."
Post number #790056, ID: c9ec1c
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>>790024 "The great doesn’t happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together; the great isn’t something accidental — it must be willed."
> Ceasenne adds her thought amidst the pondering.
"Were those words be a product of my genius, the world shall be my canvas."
> She smiles, longing a gaze towards her teacup.
"Every art is a mastery of the small, little things — down to the preparation of the brush and the oil and the paint."
Post number #790340, ID: 27943d
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>>789585 >”Many a true word is spoken in jest.” The adage comes to mind fast enough to make her head spin— and, in her husband’s voice, no less. He loves shit like that. She’s heard him say it over a dozen times. How bad would he lose his marbles if she told him she’d met some dude who could’ve /invented/ the phrase?
“…!”
>She doesn’t know. She’ll never know— she never got that far— her train of thought’s been halted ever since the word “married” left Gou’s mouth.
>... Where /did/ “he pull that from”? It had to have come from /somewhere/, it’s not like she really /knows/ this guy— how did he get the idea that she and Roy were hitched? Bewildered, the woman looks to all of the cafe’s familiar faces, for some kind of… guidance? Reassurance? Just… help her dig herself out of this hole, already!! What gave it away?
Post number #790345, ID: 46b3fd
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>>790341 > Fox perks up and feels his friend looking for some kind of support. He quickly thinks and tries to figure out something, anything that could be of help in this matter. Maybe he didn’t quite catch the whole context of what was said, but here went nothing.
“Maybe it’s just like when people think Pete-san and Dan—er—Dusty are married! Because they’re partners! S-something like that I bet!”
> He felt something inside of him sink, as if he shouldn’t have said that
Post number #790348, ID: b706ca
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>>790341 >Fal is busy trying her best to keep a straight face, but the sweat driping from her brow, and the blush spread across her face were easy to see through. >Did she really not realize? Was she that into reprimanding this old man? "Huh, Aikawa... You just said "your husband" picked glass out of him, an instant ago even... For everyone to hear" >She said, scratching her cheek.
Post number #790349, ID: d08629
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>>790341 >Meanwhile, Rowan and Valentine manage to make their way to the group, completely ignorant of the situation going on.
"Oh, how it's going, you lot. Didn't realize we would run into you here."
>Rowan greets the group, smiling wide, happy that he sees so many familiar faces together in one place.
"You sweet, Aikawa? How's your husband doing?"
>He says, oblivious as to that phrase might entail, before turning to Fox.
"Hey, Fox, how's my favorite courier doing?"
Post number #790350, ID: 46b3fd
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>>790349 > Fox was not expecting such a turn of events. His processors weren’t meant for these kinds of things or rush of emotions. He merely responded with what first came to mind
“ 運びていない。ん-ん-ん-何を言っている君?”
> He felt his head spin as he wondered if there was an easier way to alleviate this kind of situations. Or if humans felt exactly the same as he did now
>Gou scratches his cheek, noticing everyone's sudden response to the the off-handed husband comment.
"Uhh, you just told me. May seem hard to believe but you never forget the man that saves you from death by holiday decoration. It doesn't take a corkboard and string to put two and two together, at least in this case."
Post number #790353, ID: d08629
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>>790350 "Sorry, mate, I didn't understand a word of that, but I hope you're doing well. Same with Dusty and Pete."
Post number #790354, ID: b706ca
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>>790353 >Fal nods "I'm always doing okay these days' >Fal says with a grin "Its nice of you to ask"
Post number #790355, ID: 46b3fd
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>>790353 “し-し-し-心配いない!あなたらが無事。全然平気。”
> His panic felt like it was rising for whatever reason. Something in his brain told him everything was off and internals couldn’t figure out what or why.
Post number #790356, ID: d08629
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>>790354 "Good to hear."
>Rowan nods, returning the smile and letting out a little chuckles.
>>790355 >Rowan's smile falters slightly as he looks at Fox.
"Mate, you're okay?"
>He put one hand on Fox's shoulder.
"Oh, I don't know if Dusty's told you yet, but this is Valentine, my wife."
>He says as he gestures at the female figure by his side. The woman raises a hand and greets you."
"Hello, Fox, right?"
Post number #790360, ID: 27943d
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>>790350 >It's raining men! Look at all of these "husband"s accumulating-- what's started as a trickle is quickly becoming a deluge. A certain someone, unfortunately, missed the flash flood warning.
"U-uh--"
>Aikawa can barely stay afloat-- she locks up, stuck in a wait state until she hears something familiar: her mother tongue. Fox's words, even though not directed at her, earn him an immediate and violent response.
Post number #790361, ID: 46b3fd
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>>790356 > Fox draws in air and shuts his eyes. The vents on his face seem to open and vapour flows out. A quiet hiss can be heard as his systems begin to work as designed and chill him out, finally.
“Sorry, yes I’m Fox. My brain is just… a little spinning. Wait…”
>>790360 > wait. What did she think he said? Oh gods now it’s time to handle this issue
“ええええええ?ちがう?えっと、君が正しいかしら?僕がちがう?”
Post number #790362, ID: d08629
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>>790361 "It's alright, take your time, mate."
>Rowan says as he and his wife find a couple chairs and pull them over to take a seat with them.
>>790360 "That was explosive... was is something I said? My apologies if it was."
>Rowan says, pouring some tea for himself and Valentine. He turns to Fal.
>Is /this/ what it takes to get her to enunciate? Doesn't seem like it's worth the trade... Aikawa lowers her voice to a growl, then hisses to the lilim:
"妊娠しってまへん!!"
Post number #790369, ID: adfd0e
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>>790364 > Fox takes a second to really listen and spell our every last character to make sure he got it right… and he slowly begins to darken in shade.
“何それ?!赤?!わかりませんだよ!!いつ言ったのその言葉!”
Post number #790785, ID: 4acc28
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>>790360 >Nano looks up from a orange label of ginger tea. Huh. This game hasn't ended?
>Aikawa feels her shoulder nudged when he comes back over. "Does this look healthy to you? >A non-sequitur. He shoves the box into her field of vision - By the illustrations, it's more like it wants you to pay for a yoga subscription.
> Edgar smiled and nodded yet again to Ceasanne's words. His eyes drifted over the chaos and conversation forming in his little restaurant before noticing Nano and Aikawa standing closer to the counter and inspecting a tin of tea.
"I certainly agree, Ms. Ceasanne, every action has an effect upon art and therefore the world. A nice methodical consideration goes a long way... if you'll excuse me."
"Hi, could I help you two with anything? Interested in that?"
Post number #791292, ID: 42a2e9
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>A motorcycle pulls up outside the teahouse. Its rider dismounts, and enters in the most distracting way possible. She's not *trying* to attract attention, mind you, but "inconspicuous" is the last word you'd use for someone this outrageous-looking. Her outfit is fine, it's just normal streetwear, but she compensates for it with the way her messy hair starts out red, then fades to green in the middle, then to blue at the tips.
Post number #791293, ID: 42a2e9
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>Instead of immediately heading up to the counter, however, miss Razer Chroma over here just stands somewhere out of the way and reads the signs above the counter intently, no doubt putting together her order before she's even gone up to place it.
"O-oh, hey there, hi!" >The RGB keyboard--Oenone--replies maybe a little *too* loudly. "Yes, it's fine, though I'll need to rethink my order in that case..."
> Edgar smiled and raised his hands disarmingly and shrugged.
"That's fine! Take your time, sorry that I don't have any teapots available. It's a very busy night."
Post number #792607, ID: 27943d
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>Gibberish. Complete and utter nonsense. Meaningless, unintelligible drivel... A mess of syllables dumped carelessly next to one another-- that's what a word becomes once you say it over and over. "Husband".
>/She/ had only said it /once/-- everyone around her has apparently taken it upon themselves to provide the maddening echo that reduces it to nothing. How thoughtful of them-- and, how kind to give her several reminders-- in case she hadn't heard them the first time!
Post number #792608, ID: 27943d
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>>792607 >Aikawa regrets ever having opened her mouth. Some of that is out of embarrassment, an equal part is out of fear for her husband's safety. ID him like that, and she's effectively ID'd them both-- not ideal for a couple of people trying to lay low and avoid the attention of certain parties. She grinds her teeth loudly...
>>790369 >... and then stops, as soon as she hears Fox's confused reply. Her jaw goes slack for a moment, mouth open in disbelief.
"I... you--"
Post number #792609, ID: 27943d
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>>792608 "C-- carryin' shit, y'were talkin' about... >>>carryin' somethin'--!"
>Desperate to settle (win?) this argument, Aikawa's response comes out in English. She gathered a while back that Fox has trouble making heads or tails of her Kansai-ben... maybe he'll understand better if she bitches him out /this/ way.
Post number #792610, ID: 27943d
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>>790785>>792609 >Aikawa is about to lay into Fox a little harder when Nano suddenly reappears by her side, tin of tea in his hand-- er, in /her/ face (now), more accurately. She squints.
"T-t-t-tea for two? I don't see anyone... I mean i know you aren't? You're not a courier???"
> Fox finally starts being able to put some of the pieces together, but its really anyone's call whether or not he's getting the orientation right. Just because they fit, doesn't mean that's how they're supposed to go
"You don't have to drink the tea for me! I can drink it myself just like a human? Are you well?"
> This was moving all too fast for him to follow now
>Gou sat sipping his tea during the entire argument. The volume of the sips gradually pick up in intensity until they suddenly stop. Gou's eyes widen as he firmly plants his tea cup on the table then wipes his mouth with his forearm.
"Sorry for the misunderstanding, miss. Now that I'm thinking about it, I think another doc got me after the tree incident. Think his name was Dr. Xavier? Bald guy, sat in a wheelchair. You're married to that guy, right?"
Post number #792691, ID: dab3c5
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>>792621 "Let's leave that subject aside for now shall we?" >Falschen says, her expression betraying some degree of amusement from Gou's reference, but she was not amused enough to let him continue on what seemed to be a decidedly touchy subject for Aikawa. >Rather she'd wish to move to any other topic if possible.
>Gou's confidence crumbles and his face reddens, he wasn't joking; Not that time at least.
"Agreed. Forget I said anything. Seems lately whenever I try to jog my memory; I trip and fall down memory lane."
Post number #792877, ID: e2114f
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>>792615 >Rowan chuckles, overhearing the entire conversation.
"Oh, I see, so that's what you lot were on about."
>He remarks, taking a breath before she breaks it to Fox.
"Fox, she thought that you said she's having a baby."
Post number #792988, ID: 42a2e9
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>>792418 >After some deliberation, Oenone makes her decision; an action indicated by bright yellow exclamation marks forming in her eyes. She heads up to the counter to place her order—a medium caramel espresso—and then...
>>792877 >...makes her way over to the commotion happening over here, her curiosity piqued.
> Edgar hums after taking her order and sets off to make her coffee. He never considered himself much of a barista, but coffee is a popular drink and he figured he had to learn if he was going to own a tea shop.
> Thankfully, an espresso machine made his job a lot easier and dealt with most of the steps he didn't quite understand before returning to the counter after a few moments and setting the drink down.
"One caramel espresso, for you, miss!"
Post number #793731, ID: 27943d
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>>792621 >Aikawa hesitates to tell Gou that he'd gotten it right the first time-- something in his tone makes her take a mental step back.
>People don't just... up and change their minds like that, not on something they were so sure of mere moments ago. They wouldn't do it so suddenly, so decisively, so... /loudly/.
>What's he trying to accomplish with this restrained outburst? Aikawa pockets her tongue in her cheek, wedging it between the crowns of her molars as she thinks.
Post number #793732, ID: 27943d
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>>793731 >By no means is Aikawa the kind of expert Gou is in establishing motive-- the most she can establish in the immediate is that he wants someone's attention.
"..."
>It's the question of /whose/ attention it is that's got her stomach starting to double up on itself. It'd be easy to assume it was her own-- but, what if it isn't...? Her eyes rove over the cafe's patrons. Only a few are unknown to her. The others she's on decent terms with... she thinks.
Post number #793733, ID: 27943d
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>>792691>>792864 >When Faslchen moves to quiet the detective down, and he ends up retreating with his head hung low, Aikawa decides to mumble over what her ghost is whispering to her.
"... N-no-- he's, uh... he's right."
>Play along. A few sideways glances, searching for listening ears.
"That's, uh... the guy. Yeah."
>She nods, then gives Gou a questioning look...
>>792618 >... before returning her attention to the package in front of her. She raises an eyebrow.
"Show y'how?"
Post number #793735, ID: 27943d
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>>792615 >Aikawa stares at Fox dumbly, before heaving a sigh that-- no matter how much she tries to draw it out-- doesn't seem to relieve any of the tightness in her chest.
"Tsk...! Whatever. Forget't."
>>792877 >She shows Rowan an icy glare. He isn't making this any better.
Post number #793748, ID: 313fa7
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>>792877 “知れてよお前。もういい”
>>793735 “ねえ tell Him I said hi, in any event. I’m sorry for causing you stress. I’ll make it up later”
> Fox gives a bow. He does the best to go as low as he could while seated to match his own feelings. At least nobody could see his embarrassment like he could see Aikawa’s
Post number #793782, ID: e2114f
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>>793735 "Come on, that's not how you should treat an old associate. Your husband was more pleasant than this if I do recall correctly."
>Rowan replies, pausing to take a sip of his tea.
"Now, I do apologize if I did anything to offend you, but let's put this behind us. No need to ruin a good tea over this."
>Meanwhile, Valentine sits awkwardly by her husband's side, not sure if she should intervene.
>Gou expresses a small smirk and blows a little air through his nose. He taps his head with his knuckle a few times and speaks in a rather overt fashion.
"Yeah, I had thought so. I must've taken a few too many bumps to the head."
Post number #793966, ID: 4677e8
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>>793748 >Aikawa's ears prick up when she hears Fox's terse response to Rowan. Hearing the lilim use such strong language in stark contrast to his standard, almost indecipherably polite Japanese makes her irritation and sense of belittlement feel valid. She's aware that may not be the effect Fox intended that little "お前" to have, but regardless she appreciates it. She gives an affirmative grunt when Fox asks that she give Roy his regards.
Post number #793968, ID: dab3c5
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>Falschen simply drinks her tea with a calm expression. >She holds the cup like a model would, pinky out and everything. >She frowns and mumbles "I-its a bit too hot--" >She blows on it slowly, as quietly as she can manage
Post number #793979, ID: 81c893
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Yes
Post number #793980, ID: 81c893
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Возможно тут есть русскоговорящие
Post number #793997, ID: 27943d
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>>793782 >"Associate"? Awarding yourself such a title implies that the other party in question willingly... well, /associates/ with you. Aikawa doesn't recall going out of her way to get to know this guy, and she certainly isn't keen on changing that, now. She's not particularly fond of being scolded by means of comparing her husband's temperament to her own.
> Fox wasn't completely sure what his friend could have meant by her grunt, but assumed it was a good thing. He felt like he did right by her, which was now good enough for him. He sipped his tea, oblivious to the fact it was still hot. Steam could be seen escaping out of the slits in his face as he enjoyed his drink
"If you'd like some tea, I'd happily pour you some!"
Post number #795001, ID: 4acc28
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>>793733 >Nano brings the top of the tin to her lips.. And carefully works Aikawa's hands around it. He looks over to Rowan. >>794003
"Nice to meet you." >His grin comes slow, and is a little heavy on the teeth.
Post number #795004, ID: 27943d
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>>794003 >Aikawa blinks, slowly. He's... completely missed the meaning of her question. Guess that balaclava can't be blamed for him never listening to her.
"..."
>She could just pretend he spouted a bunch of nonsense at her, and play dumb. She's not sure if the idea's entered her head because "it's only fair", or because she just doesn't have the energy or desire to engage anymore. What's in this for her, really?
Post number #795006, ID: 27943d
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>>795001 >Aikawa's slouch is gradually deepening into a slump as Rowan continue speaking-- what stops her from melting completely is Nano's attempt to return her focus to the tea.
"...?"
>... That's right... she has a job to do, doesn't she? It'd be irresponsible to neglect the task at hand...
"..."
Post number #795008, ID: 27943d
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>>795006 >She gets straight to work inspecting the tin-- examining it from every angle, first up close and then from afar, turning it over in her hands to observe with a critical gaze how the light glints off the aluminum. What is she searching for? Some secret ingredient not mentioned on the label-- hidden somewhere in the graphic that caught her partner's attention? Is it the integrity of the tin she's trying to ascertain?
Post number #795009, ID: 27943d
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>>795008 >She moves on to using her other senses to gather information on the supposed "health benefits" of this tea: she brings the container to her ear with a little shake, raps the lid with her knuckles... Aikawa squints, then nods. Which of her suspicions has she just confirmed?
"... Hm..."
>... Apparently, not enough of them. She can't leave any stone unturned. Aikawa brings the tin to her lips again, where Nano had placed it before.
Post number #795010, ID: 27943d
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>>795009 >... And, after giving it a sniff, begins to run her tongue along the length of the tin. She does so... /unsettlingly/ slowly. It's like watching an overly thorough secretary take pains to wet every single millimeter of that envelope glue. She makes sure to go all the way around, before pulling her mouth away, and wiping it on her sleeve. She smacks her lips once, twice.
"... Mm."
>She turns to Nano, and says flatly:
"Yeah. Can feel the health already."
Post number #795020, ID: 43effc
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>>795001 >Rowan returns the smile, although his seems a little bit more warm. He holds out his hand for a handshake.
"Likewise, mate."
>Valentine smiles too, looking to Nano.
"Oh, and this is my wife."
>Rowan introduces, the woman holds out her hand as well.
"Valentine, nice to meet you."
Post number #795074, ID: dab3c5
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>>795010 >The flat response got a chuckle out of Falschen, who was still blowing softly unto her cup of tea
>No matter his original intent, he wouldn't stoop so low as to ignore the gesture. Nano follows up by giving both husband and wife a firm shake, as it ought to be. "I know her." >He doesn't offer a name himself. All he does is nod at what he's been told and shrugs a shoulder in Aikawa's direction-
>Only to experience this. THIS. All of this. "..." >He listens to Aikawa's conclusion with barely contained glee.
Post number #796100, ID: 94eebe
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>>795993 "Well, I do as well, although she refuses to acknowledge my existence."
>Rowan lets on with a chuckle.
"All good though, I've been causing her headache today, it seems."
Post number #796129, ID: dab3c5
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>Falschen is also barely capable of handling herself after Edgar's pleas to have her friend pay for the merchandise she *violated* >Her eyes are still closed but her shaking teacup and tigthly shut lip are quite honest. >She's trying her hardest to not just explode into laughter.
Post number #796145, ID: 339f6e
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>>795993 >Aikawa's complete lack of expression breaks when Nano greets Rowan-- her brows furrow, and her lip curls back to reveal a row of teeth clenched together in concern. She looks confused.
>She looks in the general direction of Nano's gaze-- a guess, really-- how can you tell exactly where he's looking with all that hair in the way? A blink or two, before she quickly snaps her focus back to her partner.
"Nobody fuckin' there."
Post number #796146, ID: 339f6e
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>>796145 >She shakes her head, and scoffs loudly, rolling her eyes upward.
>Aikawa gives a good natured shrug... and then licks the tea tin, again.
Post number #796158, ID: dab3c5
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>>796146 >Again? Really? >Falschen devolves into a mess of laughter as she slaps her knee and buckles down >She's losing it. >hard.
> Edgar blinks in a mixture of surprise and disgust for the second time before his hand finally reaches for the spray bottle located nearby the till.
> He aims, and a stream of water sprays forth from the nozzle aimed directly at the side of Aikawa's head. The water is pure, distilled, untouched from the sins of humanity up until it graces its desired target.
"Excuse me! Please pay for that tea!"
Post number #796199, ID: 94eebe
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>>796145 "Now that's interesting."
>Rowan chuckles at this again, glancing back at Edgar.
"Didn't realize you found a cure for schizophrenia, Mister Edgar. That, or it drove her completely nuts, which wouldn't be too far off from her normal self, I suppose."
>That last comment got a little giggle from her wife as well.
>She licked it, again. Gou looks inside of his now empty tea cup with a puzzled expression and tries to stretch his tongue to the bottom but ultimately fails. His face met with disappointment.
"Well, that was rather insensitive wasn't it? How many schizophrenics do you know, stranger?"
Post number #796205, ID: 94eebe
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>>796203 "I used to know one, actually, wonder what the lad's doing these days. Schizophrenics are normal people, and normal people still have a sense of humor, at least that lad did."
>Rowan replies, turning to look at Gou. He smiles after a second.
"It's all in jest, mate. I'll stop if you're uncomfortable, but I think you should loosen up a little; Sometimes getting offended by everything is worse for you than being the offensive one."
>Gou cocks an eyebrow, somebody just told him to "loosen up", just wait until his wife hears about this.
"Ehh, Didn't mean much by it. There's just a lot of people living on these streets that would kill for a 'cure', probably even literally."
Post number #796208, ID: 94eebe
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>>796206 "People kill for a lot of things these days. It's a shame, really."
>Valentine comments.
Post number #796907, ID: 4acc28
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>>796146 >Nano yanks the tin from Aikawa's hands! What a reaction - Clearly he's had enough! "Will you cut that out!?" >He frowns deeply, evidence of his furrowed brow appearing as a wrinkle in his nose. "I swear, this is the last time I go somewhere with you.." >Nano shakes his head and turns away.
Post number #796908, ID: 4acc28
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>...
Post number #796909, ID: 4acc28
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>Silence follows. Nano tilts his head, a thoughtful expression coming to being. He raises his arm to lick the tin himself-
Post number #797005, ID: 27943d
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>>796161 >Aikawa flinches and splutters loudly as the airborne water connects with the corner of the tin, scattering droplets across her face in an impressive spray. Nice shot! She claps a hand over her eyes and pulls down forcefully, trying to rid her skin of the fine mist. A shake of her head, bangs flying about wildly before she turns to Edgar:
"Y'outta your fuckin' >>>mind?! Pull shit like that 'n you're gonna get the tea>>>wet, omae!! Ruin your own merch..."
>Aikawa scoffs.
Post number #797006, ID: 27943d
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>>797005 >She's about to comply with the barista's request for payment when she's suddenly robbed of her pending purchase.
>>796907 >She stares at Nano, eyes wide in shock. Did she fuck up /that/ bad? She'd intended to buy the damned thing the second she'd formulated this bizarre plan of hers-- she'd just wanted to have a little fun beforehand. Aikawa's lips pull together tightly as her partner becomes quiet...
"..."
>>796909 >... then, separate into a wide, mischievous grin.
Post number #797070, ID: dab3c5
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>Falschen has devovled into a laugh track bot, her head craddled into her own hands as she cannot for the life of her stop laughing >Somebody stop them, she mentally screams to herself >Laughter is all that comes out.
> Edgar's hands move swiftly as he grabs and raises his spray bottle again to attempt another shot. He shall *NOT* have people licking the metal tins in his little shop! It does not present a good image.
"Pay for the tin already! One of you!"
Post number #797224, ID: 6d102f
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>>797214 >Neither is spraying water and possibly getting it into one of the patrons' drinks.
"I can pay, if you would like, just please don't spray water into my cup of tea, thank you."
>Rowan offers.
Post number #797320, ID: 27943d
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>>797214 >Aikawa stifles a laugh, gnawing on her tongue. From her breast pocket, she produces a credstick. She wedges this between her middle and index fingers like a cigarette; with a deep lean towards the counter and a dramatic flick of her wrist, she turns her palm up to present payment to the dismayed shopkeep.
Post number #797350, ID: 27943d
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>>797070 >Aikawa feels deep satisfaction watching Fal absolutely fall apart like this. Good. She owes the woman more than a few laughs, after causing her such worry. Blossoming joy to repay the gift of joyful blossoms.
>>792988 >Speaking of which... it's just now that Aikawa notices the girl with the rocket pop dye-job joining the other patrons nearby. Wow. That sure is a look. But, somehow, it works for her... a funny feeling settles itself in her chest.
> Edgar took the credstick and quickly scanned it before handing it back. He sighed heavily.
"Feel free to lick your purchase now however you please, but do not lick anything else unless you intend to pay for it."
> He held the bottle ready, prepared for a moment of licking tea.
Post number #797862, ID: ac8f11
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> The door opens with a quiet creak and inside shuffles a figure - remarkably, in a military jacket with a holster hanging on her waist; weapon in it doesn't look familiar to the customers but appears to be a fearsome gun to carry around. Officer approaches the counter and lands on a seat.
> Edgar turned his head to the newest customer and gently set down his waterbottle and smiled.
"Greetings! I've got a great many brands and styles of tea. Just ask and I'll see if I have it available for you."
> He fixed his glasses and waved a hand dismissively towards the lickers.
"And please don't mind these two, just enjoy your time here."
Post number #797884, ID: 14e237
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"Just out of curiosity - do you know how Roayl Milk tea is brewed? Otherwise, strong, sweet black will do."
Starikova shrugged, giving the odd couple nothing but a stern glance; surely, Glitch city has various oddities run rampant. At least Edgar seems regular.
"Royal Milk Tea...? Hm, I'm not too familiar with that, perhaps you could elucidate the method for me? I'd love to do what I can for you. We do have regular milk tea, if that's your preference."
> Edgar spoke warmly, picking up a set of cards and gently shuffling them. His fingers were itching a little after having not touched them. He hadn't read his fortune that morning.
"Honestly... I don't think there's a difference at all."
> Major watched the... bartender? Or the host?... the man behind the counter shuffle one peculiar deck of cards. Quite agile fingers, even if something felt a little off about it.
"Are you a fortune teller, mister?..."
Post number #798120, ID: 1a596c
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>>797694 "If you say so."
>Rowan simply says with a nod as he returns to his tea.
"Just milk tea will do. Moderately sweet, if anything. Suit yourself with the rest."
> Starikova returned the smile, folding hands on the counter and watching him do his magic with the tea.
"I used to know a granddaughter of a Finland military officer who had outstanding abilities in clairvoyance. She always claimed it to be just a hobby but from what I've seen it's more than that... She could predict and avoid gun shots. Beats me what else it is if not a gift."
"So yeah, I believe in clairvoyance and fortune telling. Can you do one for me?"
>Ashen haired major chuckled lightly.
Post number #798352, ID: 4acc28
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>>797320 >Nano likes what he sees. Or is it hear? Because after Edgar aims at him, he's busy running a hand through his hair, pushing back the wet strands to reveal his eyes. They're twinkling.
>>797214 >And it's funny. If he hadn't tried to dodge the spray, maybe he wouldn't have got hit.
> Edgar walked back over with a simple milk tea with tapioca, setting it down on the counter and nodding at the Major.
"Certainly, just let me shuffle my deck and do a reading for you."
> Edgar quickly got to work, shuffling his tarot cards quickly and with seasoned hands before carefully laying out the cards face down and directing to the Major.
"Please pick six cards and concentrate on something you need answered..."
>Liliya accepted it with gratitude and shifted tips across the counter - mindfully aside from the main setup of cards. Major believed in clairvoyance but preferred not to look too far into the future so limited her dreams to the nearby time; either way, she picked one to the right in the furthermost row, two consequetive from the left in the next closer to herself, and three more, skipping one after consequtive two.
>Edgar carefully slid the cards out, then began to unveil them.
"The Hierophant, you are unsure of yourself and seek for guidance, something traditional." "Judgement, you want something fresh, a new beginning, rejoice." "The Emperor... success is just around the corner but is elusive, ask for help and you will obtain it." "Justice! A period of good luck for you, there is a karmic power enabling you." "The Empress... There is conflict ahead, be careful and be cautious."
"Lastly, The Hemrmit. You need to take the time for some quiet introspection and rest. Don't make any hasty decisions, just like with the Empress you need to exercise caution. Something bad is coming your way, but luck is on your side and you simply need to take it easy and ask for guidance from those you know."
> Edgar smiled politely and Liliya and quietly reorganized his cards. Reading fortunes always felt good, not as good as making tea, but it was still nice.
Post number #799230, ID: 27943d
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>>798352 >Nano sweeping aside his bangs pulls Aikawa's attention from this woman she can't help but feel she's met before; instantly, her focus is on his face-- something she doesn't get to see the entirety of all that often. It's a treat, in a way. His eyes...
"..."
>... Dark, like hers. Warm-- and, always so lively. She loves them. Aikawa smiles to herself.
>Oenone stares back for a brief moment, then grins and waves. Her hair changes to her signature pink-and-yellow gradient for a moment too. "Hiya! It's been a while!"
Post number #799235, ID: 27943d
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>>799231 >It'd be rude to ignore such a cheerful greeting. With the tiniest bit of reluctance, Aikawa tears her eyes from Nano's; she turns haltingly in the direction of the voice calling out to her-- that voice...
"...?"
>... Coming from the girl she'd been trying to identify before. /That/ voice. It /should/ belong to...
"..."
>It... it /should/--
"..."
>Aikawa blinks. Hard. She tries to swallow, but her mouth's gone dry-- the act nearly makes her gag. That /voice/...
Post number #799236, ID: 27943d
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>>799235 >Her lips twitch, threatening to mouth something-- an utterance of surprise or disbelief that would disrupt the open-mouthed state of shock she's been flash-frozen in.
"..."
>... Oh, god.
"..."
>I thought you were /dead/... I asked them to find you, and I thought...
"..."
>Aikawa slams her mouth shut, promptly shielding her eyes with a hand and tucking her head away. Nobody needs to see what comes next. They could probably guess, anyway.
>Gou sits and laughs uncomfortably to himself. This absolute stranger is clearly having a rough time. He's trapped here and out of options. Does he need an escape plan? What time is it? When are his meds due?
Post number #799248, ID: 27943d
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>>799231 >There's a very loud sniffle and a sharp hiss-- a breath drawn through tightly gritted teeth-- then comes a muffled, shaky reply:
"U-uh-- it's... it's... y-yeah. Yeah."
>Is that a nod, or a tremble of her shoulders? Aikawa gasps for air.
"Are you okay?" >Oenone raises a brow, reaching out to touch Aikawa's shoulder. She has no idea how her friend is feeling right now; turns out her obliviousness is just as much a bane as it is a boon.
Post number #799326, ID: 6985b8
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>Falschen takes a look at Oneone and Aikawa, she furrows her brow. >She remembers meeting the colorful lilim, she always was good at recalling faces. >But what bewildered her was Aikawa's reaction, sure she had assumed they were friends, but the way her friend was acting was anything but normal when meeting an acquaintance >Not that she had much experience with friends at all >She spoke up to her friend in her soft soprano. "Ei? Are you okay there?" >She asks, with a hint of worry.
Post number #799575, ID: 1ea197
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>Rowan glances at his watch, before standing up.
"Blast."
>He immediately turns to Valentine, who nods. He stands up, taking his wife's hand and helping her to her feet as well.
"Well, I would love to stay, but I'm afraid we won't be able to."
>He says, turning to the others at the table. He then turns to Edgar.
"Well, Mr.Edgar, it's been a pleasure, but we'll take our leave."
>They turn and leave.
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| > Soft amber light lights the interior of a vaguely familiar tea and coffee shop. A record player spins a vinyl as a soft jazz fills the air. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMnrl0tmd3k)
> Standing behind the counter and cleaning some of the equipment is a young man dressed in a white blouse and tan camisole. His glasses slightly askew.
> A new bar has been installed to suit a more personal and comforting atmosphere. The signs hanging above it are now properly capitalized.