Character(s): Mewtwo, Roxas, any other applicable people
Content: A Nobody and a Pokémon find a café
Setting: Café Ersesat [N3]
Time: Late Morning
Warnings: Salty and sweet!
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They walked until the gate no longer towered behind them, and only the domes arced overhead. )
The boy licked the last of the flavor from the stick before twirling it around in his grasp, as if examining it (or in hopes that maybe he'd find something, something that tasted sweet and salty and not already in his stomach, please). Soon enough, he got bored with looking at it and let his hand rest on the table, stick still poking out between his fingertips and clicking against the table once.
Roxas wondered if he would need to get a job, or something. Because honestly, unless he could just have munny given to him, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to support himself in Paixao. Especially with the need to eat (Mmm, ice cream) and even some sort of shelter.
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After all, he could almost swear he could hear a stomach growling, and it wasn't his own.
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