Tem frowns gently when Urie doesn’t make any sort of fuss. It’s terrible that she expects it, but that doesn’t make the lack of it any less weird to her. She grabs the door from him and follows along inside, making sure to stop and wait for the next person to take it from her.
Urie is always rude to the hostess. Just wait for us to get to the table, She grumbles inside her head, but doesn’t make any comments out loud. They pass by a booth and Tem eyes it longingly; Urie will have a fit if she requests it. He probably hates booths. Asshole.
She’s not as nervous as she might have been if she were alone and adorned head-to-toe in CCG gear, although it’s also been long enough that she’s used to it. Either way, being with the squad is a lot less intimidating than being out alone like this, so she’s not all that bothered by how obvious they are. That’s sort of the bureau’s style, she’s found, anyway. Even if they are starting to be looked down on again, that doesn’t change what she’s got to do, so there’s no point in worrying about it (at least not here, after another long night).
Tem slumps down without worrying about how she looks to anyone else. Her elbows are braced against the table and she yawns, big, but without making too much noise. A small amount of water builds up in her eyes, but she’s too tired to bother rubbing it away just yet. Urie speaks and she takes her time looking over at him, letting her head drop back into place as soon as the sentence is finished. The hum that comes out of her isn’t supposed to be as much of a snort as it is, but now that it’s too late, she shrugs her shoulders along with it to complete the sarcastic tone. “ Will he? “
WHERE ARE THEIR COFFEES? urie knows it’s barely been two minutes since they set foot inside the café, but it doesn’t stop a degree of impatience --- not least because it would give him something to focus on other than the halfhearted conversation he started ( and of course it’s tem who engages, because she just has to go and criticize. ) still, he can see hsiao narrowing her eyes at him too, and higemaru shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
so urie shrugs his shoulders. ❝ it’s critical that we keep our performance up. the squad’s reputation is depending on it. ❞ they can have the rest of the day off today, sure, but by tomorrow morning it’s going to be back to training. they just can’t afford to slack off now. can’t afford to look reluctant.
his voice trails off though, and he takes a moment to observe his squad ( the members that are here, anyway ... aura’s missing, though technically accounted for. spitefully, urie wants to say his presence won’t be missed in the slightest. ) hsiao and saiko have their heads together as they examine one of the menus, no doubt looking for whatever has the least nutritional value; higemaru’s chair is shifting in such a way to suggest he’s swinging his legs under the table like the dumb child he is. and tem, slumped over without a trace of professional behavior ...
well, if he faults one of them, he’s faulting the rest ( and himself by mere association. )
a bright word of greeting from the waitress halts his quiet contemplation, accompanied by a frankly mouthwatering aroma of medium-roasted coffee. something in urie’s stomach twists as he accepts his cup ( still without a word of thanks ) ... are things that bad now that coffee is really the only thing that’s pleasant to taste? hmm. looks like this morning’s going to be another attempt at keeping something as bland as plain white rice down, which is going to make his order halfway a mumble, like it’s something to be ashamed of.
❝ speaking of which ... i’m going to HQ tonight to debrief on our next case. hsiao, you’re coming with me. can i trust the rest of you to do something useful while we’re out? ❞ yeah, so maybe his gaze naturally falls towards tem as he speaks, with something critical glinting in his eye. that’s just ... habit, by now.
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