Characters: Shindara (Original) and Godot (Original)
Setting: At the Melody Club Cafe
Time: Sometime after
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Summary: Shindara has no idea what coffee is. Godot then proceeds to give a complimentary sample and brief history about the 'coffee' that Shindara is curious about.
Warnings: None
Ever since coming to Template, Shindara quickly realized nothing made any sense right away without any explanation. The city he now found himself living was more advanced than he could ever imagine. He doubted the Mibu clan could create the city he was currently walking through at the moment. The streets were all hard concrete under his feet and the occasional 'car' as Yukimura had called them would drive by without a care of the tall man walking down the sidewalk. He also learned rather quickly that the black part of the city concrete was usually off limits unless you were crossing through one since cars didn't tend to just stop for anyone. It only took a few times almost getting run over by one of them to realize this.
Thankfully, his destination wasn't too far from where he lived, though he wouldn't have really cared if it had been a long walk. Shindara was actually use to very long treks with no breaks to sit down or stop walking at all. That could of course be one reason why he was so incredibly skinny, though the experiments and his lack of eating took a great toll out of him as well. He still didn't like eating all that much, even though Yukimura seemed to like filling Shindara's fridge with a various assortments of foods the man had not known existed. So, he didn't touch much of it. While he trusted Yukimura not to poison him, he didn't trust his own body to accept the food so readily. It was best to take it all slow. Maybe ask Kamanosuke for a meal later if he felt up to feeding Shindara food the unhealthily skinny man wouldn't end up being sick from.
Shindara paused once he reached the entrance to the 'Melody Club Cafe.' This definitely seemed to be the place he was supposed to meet Godot at. An interesting aroma seemed to flow out from inside of the building, and for once the smell didn't make Shindara's stomach want to shrivel up and die. Considering this a good sign that the 'coffee' won't kill him, he opened the door of the shop and walked right inside. Already from his entrance he looked a little odd in the cafe, his long black cloak not really all that inconspicuous as it billowed in with the man. He gave the place a good looking over before he asked a rather friendly employee for Godot.