I was just a silent girl...

[designed2kill]

Four--well, technically Luka Petrovic now--is in a coffee shop.  She's been saving up the change she's been finding for all of today, and now she finally has enough change to buy herself a pastry.  She hasn't had one since a couple of weeks ago, when she had that picnic with Babel in the park.  Four considers her options carefully, and settles on a

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[kineticmachine]

Arlin comes into the coffeeshop a bit later, briefcase in hand. He notices Four immediately, but orders and gets his drink before walking over to her table. "May I?" he asks, nodding toward the empty chair across from her.

Really, it's just luck that she happens to be in the same place as him, but it'll give him a chance to discuss things (such as that journal entry) anyway, without having to resort to having Duncan use the journals for him -- that always feels idiotic, much as it's a tactic to keep the journals from revealing his true name.

[designed2kill]

It may not be noticeable to most of the people in the coffee shop, but Luka tenses ever so slightly when she sees Arlin come in. She doesn't tense up a lot, and it's not enough to make her stop eating her danish, but her wariness has just ratcheted up a couple of notches. Arlin was a little bit like the head trainer at the Laboratory; she didn't want to do anything to upset him for fear of punishment. Add that to the fact that she's only spent a limited amount of time with him so she's still unsure of his reactions, and you've got a recipe for one paranoid Luka. She nods for Arlin to sit down, still clutching the diminished remains of her pastry.

[kineticmachine]

Arlin sits down, keeping his stance as casual as possible; he's noticed that Four (he doesn't know to call her Luka yet) seems wary, and given the last time they were in the same room as each other he was questioning her after she attacked him, it's probably best to just play this one softly. You don't startle the scared attack dog, that sort of thing.

Thus, the lipquirk smile he gives her is nicer than he'd give to most. "I saw your journal entry," he says, taking a sip of his coffee. "My apologies; I hadn't realized you'd needed more than was offered." In fact, he'd rather epically underestimated how well Four could take care of herself, really. Granted, he had just kind of handed her off to Anka and put the whole thing out of his mind, but that was clearly an oversight on his part, to be rectified.

[designed2kill]

"I have an enhanced me-ta-bol-izm," Luka pronounces the word carefully, if slightly incorrectly, "so I need to eat lots of food."

Aside from the food issue, she's actually been getting along remarkably well, all things considered. Her wardrobe could use quite a bit of work, given that it's all poorly fitting and stolen from the Salvation Army, but it at least gets washed on a regular basis. Laundry duty for the Laboratory had been one of the chores for the CSPs, assigned because it was relatively difficult them to do anything dangerous if one of them was getting rebellious thoughts--unlike, say, cooking. And her apartment is creepily clean, because she's still somewhat afraid to move or touch things in it, even after her talk with Babel. Really, the only big issues she a has right now are the food thing and a lack of things for her to do.

[abitfoggy]

Reagan is on his lunch break, and has taken to a small coffee shop nearest his office. Even if he chose not to eat anything (which usually, he did) time away to sit down and relax was desperately needed. Of course, by the time he arrives, the place seems to be bustling with people and he frowns.

Finding a seat would be a challenge.

Attaining coffee and sipping at it as he searches the place. Approaching the girl at the table, he smiles a little, scratching the back of his head.

"... Sorry to bother you, but there aren't any other seats, would you mind if I sat here?" She seemed a little tense as it was, so he was hoping he did not startle her. Especially since his ability was more than overpowering today. Sorry if your memory gets a little disoriented!

[designed2kill]

Luka watches the man as he approaches her table. "No, I don't mind. Go ahead," she tells him. She's a bit confounded as to why he asked, it's not like the table belongs to her or anything. She hasn't yet realized that the manners of cafeteria-style dining as practiced in the Laboratory and the normal manners of dining out here in the real world are slightly different.

If she were paying attention to her memories, she would realize she doesn't remember why she was here, but she's not. Eating pastry currently in her hands is much more important, in her opinion.

[abitfoggy]

(ooc: Sorry about the ridiculous slow time. I only just got the notification for this. )

Reagan smiles and settles into the opposite seat at the table. Cradling the warm coffee cup between his palms, he quietly looks about before he notices her pastry.

"I've had one of those before, aren't they great?" He's merely trying to make the situation a little less awkward. Though really, he is probably failing. Yeeah, the narration apologizes for that.

[designed2kill]

It's okay, Reagan, Luka doesn't feel uncomfortable about this situation at all, because she couldn't recognize awkward if it hit her in the face. They hadn't gotten around to programming in much in the way of social skills before she ran away from the Laboratory. "It tastes good," she says. "Don't remember what it's called though." She resumes nomming on her danish.

[just_add_souls]

Maka practically skips in, having woken up early in order to give Soul a proper welcome to the Gauche. By the time she gets there, Luka/Four is probably finished eating.

The girl picks at least a dozen different pastries, using most of her allowance money. She's seriously going to need a job or something. It was good that the cash from her world didn't look any different than cash here, but she's running out fast.

When she turns around, a bag full of sweets in her arms, and sees Luka sitting by herself without (apparently) anything to eat, she trots over, rummages in the bag, and pulls out a wax paper-wrapped, frosted blueberry scone.

"I hope you like blueberry," she says, offering it to Luka with a beaming smile.

[designed2kill]

Luka takes the scone and nods shyly. She doesn't know why this girl is giving her food, but she's not going to question it. Despite having regular sources of lunch and dinner, it's not quite up to what her metabolism requires, so she treats every bit of extra food she can get her hands on as precious. She carefully unwraps the scone and begins to devour it. Despite Maka freely giving the pastry to her, she's somewhat afraid that Maka's going to change her mind and want it back, so she eats it as quickly as possible to prevent that from happening.

[just_add_souls]

Maka frowns. This girl's eating like Black Star always does, minus the confidence. She offers another another pastry, this time a strudel of some kind.

"Are you hungry?"

[designed2kill]

Luka begins to reach for the strudel, but she hesitates halfway. What if the girl wants money for it? What if she wanted money for the first one too? "Did you...want money for that? I only have..." Luka pauses as she fishes the change from her pocket and unsuccessfully tries to count it, "...this much." 'This much' consisting of 39 cents in dimes, nickels, and pennies, shyly held out towards Maka.