Out for a Cuppa Joe | Traverse Town . First District . Café [ Complete ]

[grumpy_lion]

The Third District was considered to be the most dangerous, but that never stopped Leon from using it to get to the First District. He'd lived in Traverse Town long enough that the gradual increase of powerful Heartless in recent years no longer posed a challenge for him. Wyverns and Defenders were the strongest variations that Traverse provided,

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[redxdevil]

Apparently Fate was not smiling upon Leon that day, for a pair of pale, blue eyes instantly focused on him from a shadowy corner of the room. A pair of heavy, combat boots that had been resting on one of the tables clunked to the ground with a loud thud, and the owner of the aforementioned icy, blue gaze tromped over to where the grouchy lion sat, plopping down at his table without even asking if he were welcome.

Dante Sparda grinned over at the sullen guy that he'd oh-so-appropriately nicknamed "Sunshine." He hadn't expected another man to have made it out of that frightening display of sugary, sweet affection alive, and he hadn't really had a chance to piss this guy o- get to know Sunshine better.

"Long time no see, Sunshine. Did you leave the kids with a babysitter?"

[grumpy_lion]

Apparently, Fate was a bitch who had a grudge against Leon tonight.

He was slipping his journal back into his pocket when Dante decided to grace him with his company. The old lion didn't even bother to conceal his displeasure, and if one looked very closely, one could see his hackles rising. His eyes, the color of glass, looked across the table at the other man, and their gaze was positively frigid.

"It's Leon," he growled. "And what the fuck do you want?"

[redxdevil]

Dante apparently didn't take the hint. That or he deliberately chose not to. Probably the latter.

The half-demon kicked his boots up on the table again, staring right back at the cranky bastard as he growled out his real name along with a positively eloquent inquiry as to what Dante wanted. The white-haired devil feigned a hurt look as he spread his arms, managing still to balance with his chair leaning back and his feet on the table.

"Just a little information. Sparky wasn't too informative, and your girlfriends were a little too pissed off about the roof back there to be of any help."

[grumpy_lion]

All Leon wanted was a break. Why was that so difficult?

His lip curled in disgust as the annoying prick had the audacity to plop his feet onto his table. He was on the verge of paying for his coffee and leaving, finding the cold more appealing than putting up with this idiot, until Dante answered his question.

Well, shit. That was something he couldn't really walk out on. He'd made a promise.

Leon settled back against his chair, folding his arms across his chest and eyeing Dante with annoyance. So. Information. He got that much. The rest he dismissed as idiotic rambling. "What do you want to know?"

He wanted this night to be over.