Well, the tea was clearly coming from bags - you could tell the difference between loose tea and bagged tea instantly after enough practice, after all. At least they were decent bags, though. Miles was about to order a second pot before spotting a familiar face, and one that looked a good deal happier than usual. He ordered the tea, then slid into the seat opposite Godot.
"What is that, your...eighth? pot today?" Edgeworth smirked. "I'm surprised you haven't sweet-talked the staff into letting you play barista for a while."
A moment later, he dropped his voice. "I suspect my dear sister is going to be paying you a visit soon, if she hasn't already. I thought I'd let you know, if she hasn't tried to plow into you like a steamroller as is."
For the second time that day, Godot was joined by a guest, though he had to say that Mr. H had been more welcome. The man so like Godot in tastes had possessed decency enough to share a pot of joe, instead of bringing over unwelcome aromas. Didn't this town have laws against air pollution
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"Only seven? Well, I'll have to write that off as a lost bet. Though you make a fair point." He sipped at his tea, waiting on that next pot to arrive. After all, someone here needed to have something a little more refined
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"A man knows how to control himself, even when he indulges in his vices." And it had taken a great deal of control not to drink directly from the first pot. But doing that would have been disrespectful to the black magic itself, and that was a line Godot wasn't willing to cross even on his worst days. Coffee was the essence of boldness, after all. A man had to treat it with respect or its bitterness would bite off a chunk of flesh faster than a shark. Only the daring would make it their beverage of choice; the common man would settle for something safer, and claim superiority with fancy words like 'refined
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After just walking around town stretching her legs for several hours, Juri finally felt hungry enough to use one of her coupons to get a meal. As long as she could pretend not to see the staff always hovering everywhere she went, she could almost pretend this was a normal day. The skirt irritated her to no end.
At the restaurant, she took her seat and promptly ordered a large fruit salad. While she waited, she looked around the interior and played with the ice cubes in her water glass.
Frey shook his head, his smile broadening a little, reaching his eyes with a pleased--and slightly amused--little sparkle. "No, I don't mind. It's you I worry about with that sort of thing." He gestured to his bad arm with his good hand, adding, "You didn't hit this side, if that's your concern."
"Aching a little bit, but it's not so bad." Really, it hurt quite a lot. Frey really wished he could heal himself with the Dawn Rune, like he could at home. Or even a water-rune-user would be greatly appreciated. Instead, he had to make do with the Institute's slower healing magics, and their pain-reducing pills. Which seemed to be wearing off. But there was no point worrying Takaya, so instead Frey turned his attention to the server who appeared to offer them menus. "Thank you, miss."
Takaya knew that had to be a lie, but if Frey didn't want to say, he wouldn't say and Takaya wasn't about to pry. He looked at the server until she finally sighed and set the menu down on the table and only then did he turn his attention to it.
Western food. Something that was nearly exotic back home was everywhere here. If he never saw another burger place again in his life, it would be too soon. A sandwich would do... maybe...
Chidori decided against pointing out that they'd met during the summer break, as she understood school schedules. The small details probably weren't important, in this case. Instead, she focused on another curious part of what Junpei had said. "Your father wouldn't let you?"
Junpei didn't answer right away. He picked up his drink and enjoyed the carbonated sensation. Now why didn't they let them have soda back in the loony bin?
"Yeah. Pathetic asshole thought we couldn't afford new gear and shit since I grew a good couple of inches that summer."
Having a family sounded very complicated. In some ways, Chidori wished she could still lead the relatively simple life of nonattachment--people seemed to bring all sorts of problems along with them. But then she wouldn't have Junpei. She just had to accept the pain and difficulty of dealing with attachments to other human beings.
... But she had no idea how to respond to Junpei's problem, in this case. It was so completely outside her experience--Strega had needed to make their own money, even with the Chairman's occasional help. "Uhm."
Junpei shrugged. "Don't worry about it," he replied, giving Chidori a soft smile. "My father's an alcoholic. I manage. In another couple years I won't ever have to see him again if I don't want to."
Dias sighed to himself as he leaned back in the booth he'd taken for himself. Upon examination of the coupons they were given, he'd discovered that he could get some food at this restaurant, and while no amount of wistful perusing of the menu seemed to be enough to make chicken skewers appear, he had at least been able to order steak. It seemed pointless not to get as much use out of his coupon as possible...besides, it'd been a long time since he'd had any.
They'd had hamburgers, too, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to order one. The loss of Ashton still stung.
[Waiting for Claude, but possibly open after that?]
Claude's lunch with Asch had passed by a little quickly, and it was once the red-haired man left that he polished off the rest of his meal. He had to say he preferred regular steak over country fried steak, but it was still pretty good.
Now he just had to think about what he wanted to do for the rest of the day. Maybe he ought to go find Dias, Guy or Leon -- it felt strange if he went a day without talking to at least one of them. Claude was about to slip out of the booth when he caught sight of a shock of blue hair on the other side of the room.
Well, it looked like that little problem was solved!
"Dias!" he called as he approached the table. "I didn't know you were here!"
Dias glanced up when Claude called to him, although he wasn't entirely surprised. He'd seen his rival earlier, although since he'd been talking to someone else(whom, Dias had observed with some faint amusement, looked like some sort of younger polar opposite of himself), he hadn't moved to interrupt. Aside from Guy and Leon, Claude and Dias really didn't move in the same circles much, and as far as he could tell neither of them were dissatisfied with that arrangement.
"I have to eat sometime," he observed somewhat dryly. And, to be fair, the 'breakfast' they'd had on the buses hadn't even compared to the pile of food Dias was used to.
It was the one good thing he'd say about the institute; lack of chicken skewers aside, he hadn't eaten so plentifully and well so consistently for years.
"Well, obviously," Claude said as he casually slipped into the seat across from Dias. It didn't occur to him to ask whether it was all right because he didn't think the other man would mind much. "I was just surprised I didn't catch you sooner."
He had to admit, running into Dias like this loosened the knot he hadn't realized he'd been carrying in the pit of his stomach. Last night had been...weird, to say the least.
Lowering his voice a little, Claude leaned forward, his elbows propped against the table's surface. "You remember what happened before night ended, right?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing now. This was probably a bit sudden, but there probably wasn't ever a good time to bring up something like blood pouring out of the walls.
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"What is that, your...eighth? pot today?" Edgeworth smirked. "I'm surprised you haven't sweet-talked the staff into letting you play barista for a while."
A moment later, he dropped his voice. "I suspect my dear sister is going to be paying you a visit soon, if she hasn't already. I thought I'd let you know, if she hasn't tried to plow into you like a steamroller as is."
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At the restaurant, she took her seat and promptly ordered a large fruit salad. While she waited, she looked around the interior and played with the ice cubes in her water glass.
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Frey shook his head, his smile broadening a little, reaching his eyes with a pleased--and slightly amused--little sparkle. "No, I don't mind. It's you I worry about with that sort of thing." He gestured to his bad arm with his good hand, adding, "You didn't hit this side, if that's your concern."
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Focus on something else, he told himself. Don't think about the whole touch thing. It's over and done with.
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Western food. Something that was nearly exotic back home was everywhere here. If he never saw another burger place again in his life, it would be too soon. A sandwich would do... maybe...
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Chidori decided against pointing out that they'd met during the summer break, as she understood school schedules. The small details probably weren't important, in this case. Instead, she focused on another curious part of what Junpei had said. "Your father wouldn't let you?"
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Junpei didn't answer right away. He picked up his drink and enjoyed the carbonated sensation. Now why didn't they let them have soda back in the loony bin?
"Yeah. Pathetic asshole thought we couldn't afford new gear and shit since I grew a good couple of inches that summer."
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... But she had no idea how to respond to Junpei's problem, in this case. It was so completely outside her experience--Strega had needed to make their own money, even with the Chairman's occasional help. "Uhm."
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And he didn't.
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They'd had hamburgers, too, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to order one. The loss of Ashton still stung.
[Waiting for Claude, but possibly open after that?]
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Now he just had to think about what he wanted to do for the rest of the day. Maybe he ought to go find Dias, Guy or Leon -- it felt strange if he went a day without talking to at least one of them. Claude was about to slip out of the booth when he caught sight of a shock of blue hair on the other side of the room.
Well, it looked like that little problem was solved!
"Dias!" he called as he approached the table. "I didn't know you were here!"
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"I have to eat sometime," he observed somewhat dryly. And, to be fair, the 'breakfast' they'd had on the buses hadn't even compared to the pile of food Dias was used to.
It was the one good thing he'd say about the institute; lack of chicken skewers aside, he hadn't eaten so plentifully and well so consistently for years.
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He had to admit, running into Dias like this loosened the knot he hadn't realized he'd been carrying in the pit of his stomach. Last night had been...weird, to say the least.
Lowering his voice a little, Claude leaned forward, his elbows propped against the table's surface. "You remember what happened before night ended, right?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing now. This was probably a bit sudden, but there probably wasn't ever a good time to bring up something like blood pouring out of the walls.
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