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Itsuki was eating a cookie during the time in which his cafe was empty and quiet, so when he heard the bell ring indicating a customer he threw the dessert into the not-so-near trash can and wiped off his face. His face was tinted red from the embarrassment, but beside that there was no other reaction.

He looked over at the young man who had walked into the store,” Welcome to the Lighthouse Cafe. What can I get for you?”

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“I have to ask...do you just get me drunk for your own entertainment? You

don’t exactly listen to me or anyone else when we mention that I’m not a

strong drinker.” Leaning into Niino more than the couch they’re sitting on,

Jean rests his head against the blue haired male in full trust, the faintest,

yet warmest, smile on his lips.

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They are not regulars to one another’s company--to have crossed wires now beyond the introductory spectacle of a month long prior is largely unplanned (if it’s a possibility for anything Lilium does to not be somehow meticulously premeditated.) Their surroundings are forgivingly, appropriately vacant for the slow beginnings of acknowledgement that Lilium’s voice bleeds into the quiet. “Hello, agent.” Simple, courteous, accompanied by a tilting nod. “Concluded an audience with Grossular, I take it? I can admit the last time he apparently had news from you, he was left looking a trifle concerned.”

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“So what you’re saying is.....that you’ve found a way to stalk the love o your life for a living.”

Neff takes a bite of her macaron, staring at the older man across from her at the table, and waving it around as she speaks again.

“You photographer types can be so creepy sometimes. You know someone for so long that at some point them taking pictures of you is second nature. Don’t even KNOW half the shots being taken because ‘yeah that’s just my friend doing their thing’. You’ve almost got me doing that with you now.....ALMOST.” The confectionery is pointed at him before the piece returns to her mouth.

“That’s how we met after all. Birds and photography.”

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(mmm ao you already know that ily. youve been a good friend to me for some time since i met you and we were always friends but we didnt become particularly super close i dont think until we got into acca together? that being said, i have always liked you and have had no reason to dislike you. i know that we havent rped a lot but i have enjoyed all of your muses and i definitely enjoy your niino so much already. jean loves him too and you and niino make the two of us very happy <3. im glad that i got to meet u and become friends with u and i hope we can be friends for some time vwv.)

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He couldn’t remember the last time he had been to the beach. Judging by the fact that the silhouette of his father was clear in his memory of it, though, he was sure it had been at least twenty years prior, before or just right after Jean Otus became the center of his life.

It took him completely by surprise when Jean asked him to meet with him there, but even when he didn’t have the slightest idea of what the blond man’s reasons could be (he did consider the possibility that a reason wasn’t really necessary and it would make perfect sense if the other just wanted to have quality time with his best friend in a relaxing environment), he made sure to be there early.

Sitting in the sand right at the edge of the water, bare feet buried where the sea would caress them with every rise up, his eyes fixed in a spot far beyond the line where the water and the sky collided, heart content with the view, the feeling of the moment and the company of the one whose mere existence gave meaning to his lonely life.

“I’d say I only came because you asked, but we both know that’s not exactly true.” The tease was evident in his tune as he spoke, also accentuated by the slight grin present in his lips. “Why did you want me to be here?”