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"Hm, I suppose so. Thank you anyways," Isabelle started to sip at her tea, not really doing much. She did find it a little odd that Tamerra didn't react the way she thought he would, but it was even better. Not much questions were asked, and she appreciated that.
“Absolutely,” Tamerra said, shaking his head. “Anytime.”
He paused for a moment, going to turn before he stopped, resting the side of his hip on the counter.
“Also, if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from? I like hearing about people’s lives. We get so many visitors from around the world, I like knowing where we popped up now.”
Ranir didn't even bother to check what door she was walking through. It was public. It smelled like food and drink. That was all she needed to care about. She pushed the door open with a shaky hand, leaning heavily on the knob before staggering over to the closest seat, gratefully sinking down onto it. She would have passed out right there if sleep would have been kind enough to come, but she hadn't rested in days, to scared to let herself drift off. Sleep could wait. As long as she could still move, she still had enough energy to have nightmares.
She couldn't stand another one.
She was so out of it, she barely even registered the other people in the room, only remembering she wasn't alone after a louder noise shook her from her daze. She glanced up, checking to see if anyone was nearby, or if anyone might be a threat.
“Absolutely,” Tamerra said, shaking his head. “Anytime.”
He paused for a moment, going to turn before he stopped, resting the side of his hip on the counter.
“Also, if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from? I like hearing about people’s lives. We get so many visitors from around the world, I like knowing where we popped up now.”
"…Japan," Isabelle answered shyly. "You might have heard of the Cream Mafia Family? Hehe, that's us."
She heard a small noise, and looked up to see a clearly tired, but… paranoid, perhaps? Scared, definitely, woman standing in the doorway. "Sorry, I'll be right back, Tamerra," Isabelle said as she walked slowly over to the woman. "Hey…" she started in a soft voice. "My name's Isabelle, who might you be?"
“Have not heard of them,” Tamerra said kindly, but bowed out of the conversation when Isabelle pardoned herself. He instead walked over to Lysander’s side, taking a small rag from the side of the counter and beginning to wipe down the opposite side, which held the coffee maker.
“Wonderful customers we’re having, hmm?” Lys asked, glancing back to Merra before organizing a few cups. It seemed, although the cafe was relatively empty, they still had things to do.
“Couldn’t agree more. I love seeing all the new kinds we get,” Tamerra brightly replied. “And we still have a long night to go.”
(Sorry i didn't get back sooner, been out of the house!)
Ranir focused on the person standing before her, deciding whether or not she was a threat. She didn't seem to be, she looked open and friendly. Ranir decided she was too tired to care either way, ultimately. If she had to fight, she would.
"Ranir," she replied, offering a smile she was sure didn't reach her eyes. "Good to meet you. What is this place?"
“I see. That’s usually how people find us,” Lysander replied, taking the small espresso cup and a matching plate, sliding it onto the counter gently. “Here you are.”
He then propped himself on the counter like Tamerra had before, giving a warm hum as he did so.
“So, who are you?” he asked, then realized how vast the question was. “Or, I mean, where are you from? What do you do? Tell me about yourself a little. I can’t help but be curious.”
Azami smirked, taking a sip of her coffee. "It's complicated, but t' put it short, I'm a pirate from the East Blue." The woman tore off a part of her cupcake, and dipped it in the coffee. She popped it into her mouth, and hummed happily to herself. "If ya want the whole story, I can probably stay awake long enough to explain."
Lysander nodded profusely, earning the attention of Tamerra behind him. The two stood side by side, Lys leaning against the counter still and Tamerra absently fiddling with the rag in his hands.
“Oh, I’d love to hear it all,” Lys replied, smiling. “Tell us your story.”
“And if you need more coffee to keep going strong, just let me know,” Merra added.