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[sans_eyepatch]

[When the island bestows gifts upon its inhabitants, there's always reasonable cause for concern. Anyone whose spent a month or more here is well aware that the island is sentient, and moreover, a complete sadist. The gift it has granted the island today is a nice, unassuming outdoor café of sorts, offering delicious pastries and coffee (or hot

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[sans_eyepatch]

[Young Ghetsis is seated by himself at one of the far tables with a mug of coffee. He hasn't had enough yet to get drunk, but that probably won't last long.]

[faithfulassist]

...What are you drinking? [We want some.]

[sans_eyepatch]

...Coffee. [Raspberry-flavored coffee, to be precise, and it's delicious.]

If you want some, ask the Audinos. [Though why Audino are waiting tables is anyone's guess.]

[faithfulassist]

Alright! I'll get some. [Ordering a cup. We are drinking coffee like a grown-up! ...Boy, it's bitter, but Lucas sips at it anyway.] How have you been?

[sans_eyepatch]

[Ghetsis hold up a hand that, while still bearing scratches and bite marks, is free of bandages, and the wounds are old and nearly healed.]

Better, at least. Deino's listening to me more. [Coffee is something of an acquired taste, but cream and sugar definitely help. Siiiiiiiip.]

[faithfulassist]

That's good! It took a long time before Zweilous started listening to me. [Taking your cue and dumping a ton of sweetener into this coffee - at least it's easier to take bigger sips, now. It's really strong...]

[sans_eyepatch]

[Yeah, about that... He's still convinced he hallucinated the whole 'talking Zweilous' thing. Ghetsis downs the rest of his drink (because he actually likes coffee)-- what is that odd burning sensation in the back of his throat? It's almost like... alcohol. Well, whatever. He's not feeling it, so he's going to order another cup.]

That Zweilous is yours, right?

[faithfulassist]

[Lucas pauses before answering - well, she had gotten herself accidentally caught in one of his pokéballs while playing around with them, so technically she's his.]

Yeah. She's mine. [sipsip.]

[sans_eyepatch]

[Downing that second cup.]

You... You need to keep that thing restrained. 'S dangerous. [Now he's starting to feel it.]

[faithfulassist]

[Lucas blinks back a sudden feeling of...something, in his head, but doesn't think anything of it. Another sip. Halfway through the cup...]

She's not. Really. She was just upset last time. She listens a lot better now.