*insert coffee here* [OPEN]

[burnxmyxdread]

WHO: Minato and OPEN.
WHAT: Work.
WHEN: Saturday, November 21.
WHERE: Coffee shop in the Shopping District.
OTHER: None.

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[victrixs]

[ He's lurking for a similar reason, mouth closed and ears open, critical blue eyes swift as blades on the surrounding crowd of caffeinated adults. He'd left Kusuriuri's "sanctum" early the previous night and had set to prowling ever since.

At the counter, Mello leans with his elbows on the fine shiny surface and stares down his blue-haired cashier. He orders just that: black, no cream or sugar. His teeth are visible behind his lips, a thin stripe of white. ]

You couldn't look more miserable to be here.

[burnxmyxdread]

[He could look more miserable if he tried, but that would require effort.]

I'm not miserable , I just always imagined getting my first job under slightly different circumstances.

Minato turns around to poor a cup of coffee, slips the cup into a cardboard sleeve, and hands it to his customer. He presses a series of buttons on the cash register to calculate the cost of the drink.

Your total comes to three ors.

[victrixs]

[ He takes his coffee and passes over the correct amount, gloved hands holding a strong grip around his cup until it cools enough to sip.

But he doesn't leave the counter, slides a few feet along to leave room for the next customer to approach. In between orders, he strikes up conversation. ]

What kind of circumstances?

[burnxmyxdread]

[He takes the money, presses a button on the cash register and the drawer opens up. He places the money inside and closes the drawer again.]

Like not waking up on a train with no memory of how I got there, arriving in some strange city, and then having to get a minimum wage job to pay for an apartment in said strange city.

[Minato is greatful that business is remarkably slow this morning.]