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[withoutglory]

        “...Tch.” He isn’t the most talkative. Retreating to somewhere inside to get out of the sudden downpour of rain was his priority, but now, sitting in such a crowded space with a lot of company ...  he’s sure that anyone who is to happen upon his expression would be concerned. Mikaela sits in the furthest corner he can of the cafe, his face distorting in disgust. He’d gone and ordered something to make his being here seem less inconspicuous, but alas, it just looks like he dislikes the coffee sitting in front of him untouched. 

        Whilst covering the bottom half of his face, Mikaela looks over at the table next to him, eyeing instantly at a brief case seen under the table before scowling back at his drink. He thought he was alone at least in this space, but alas... Mikaela makes no effort to hide his discomfort, looking like that of a spoiled child.

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[kitasunegawa]

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i hand him 10 boxes

   your kindness is too much!!

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"interesting...h-hey, watch it! it's already hard enough to turn the page with just claws!”

morgana scowled as the random stranger he had scolded gave him a look and walked away; they had kept the door of the book cafe open far too long, and a gust of wind blew in and morgana lost the page he was on. the stranger was probably more alarmed at a cat sitting at a table, a biscotti and dish of milk at his side, while reading a book, but they didn't stick around to inspect further. morgana huffed impatiently, pawing at the pages delicately to try and find where he had been so rudely interrupted.

"come on...if i damage the page, i'll have to pay for this!”

as he continued to fiddle with the book, the door opened again. he preemptively smashed a paw against where he currently was, just in case another gust of wind dared threaten his concentration. he looked up to keep an eye on the person coming through, but his paw fell off the page immediately when he realized who it was. this couldn't be real, he was...well, maybe it could be real, this was some sort of alternate dimension or universe or whatnot. and there was no doubt that...

"a-are you...?”

[avengier]

          WHAT LUCK SHE HAS, ALBEIT scarce due to its ranking, seems strangely benevolent today upon passing a familiar face within her walking through a cafe window. steps halt instantly, pausing in the moment before deciding entirely to turn around, entering into the establishment. well, better than nobody, she thinks, hardly asking if it was alright to plop herself down in the seat across the table from him. ❝ Oi, ❞ the greeting is swift, though not as brash as their last meeting, at the very least. gently she slips over what seems to be a manga, one that has a few familiar lines upon it that he might recall, as she looks expectantly over at him.

          ❝ Look this over. What do you think? ❞ yup, she sure was going to start using him as an overview master with what knowledge he already knew of her hobbies.

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[primarch]

He deems it temporary, something to pass the time with and continue practicing. Something to help him learn just how this island works — he knew of their own different ways to make coffee, but he'd always been particularly fond of his own blends. This place is different, in many ways, but he doesn't mind wearing the uniforms; he'd often wear them when he would do these very same things on the ship. It just makes it easier to work in, really.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but his nerves over serving the first cup here are a little tightened. However excited he is at the same time... He goes with how he usually makes them, how its requested of him, and he practices in his head just how to deliver the lines to the person he's serving it to. Going over them as he goes to place the cup before him, giving as customer-friendly a smile as he himself can muster ( it’s a little easier to, thinking about someone who’s not a crewmate trying it. )

Here's your coffee. Careful, it's hot. Here's your coffee. Careful, it's hot.

"Careful, it's coffee." No.. he didn't say that right — "Er, rather..."

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        ❝ Hmm ...   This one looks good, too. It’s a little hard to decide. ❞    There he stands, still meticulously weighing his options from the pastry display case. Ashton has heard much about this particular cafe from the locals in Cotes through word of mouth, but he now realizes it was a lack of foresight to have come here with so little in mind to order. There’s just so much more to choose from than he would have expected !

[furumetal]

"The smell of cinnamon is a little overwhelming, isn't it?" Overwhelming for entirely different reasons than someone may guess — hefty with ties to familiarity of his mother. At the same time, though, it'd probably be a comforting smell for his brother. At least, that's what Edward thinks. He shifts in his seat, knuckles of his right fist pressed to his cheek as he looks over to the person a table across from him. "Everything really changes with the seasons. I just didn't really expect it to be so extreme here."

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[galatine]

"Akechi...?" Some time had passed since they had last seen one another, his identity which he had tried (and failed) to keep a secret had come to be known to the detective. While not the exact way he'd have wanted him to find out, Gawain has no problem with his true name being known. But that's neither here nor there, what concerns him now is the group of young ladies that surround Akechi and though he's smiling, it's easy to see that he's not too fond of the attention. In an attempt to save him, Gawain approaches and stands at his side. "Akechi. I was looking for you, we have important business to tend to." He says before turning his attention to the girls. "I'm afraid I'll have to steal him from you. I hope you can forgive me." Though slightly disappointed, they nod in understanding and Gawain then takes hold of Akechi's hand and leads him away.

"You seem popular. Does that happen often?" The knight smiles, letting their hands fall loose once more. "...Sorry. Force of habit."

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