[Closed || Vincet & Taylor: BACKDATED]

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Who: Vincent Nightray and Taylor Aldrich
What: Taylor manages to squeeze some time in to give Vincent his and Ada's $50 each budget for personal shopping, and
Where: East College Street cafe
When: October 8th, late afternoon [Backdated]
Rating and Warnings: TBA

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[diredormouse]

Perhaps it was a lucky thing that Vincent had spent plenty of his childhood on the streets or in generally bad living conditions. It was perhaps a long time ago, when thinking about it, but it was nothing he would forget. Not that, nor the brief warmth he and Gilbert recieved when taken in by people who actually cared and didn't just do it for kicks. As... complicated as all of that was.

Had he been a noble who had been one for his whole life, he might have frowned at the simplicity of the place Taylor had chosen, at least mentally, but he didn't. He only smiled pleasantly at nothing, at the people he passed, and at Taylor as he sweeped over to the table Taylor had chosen, and swiftly sat down.

"Good afternoon~ Or evening, perhaps."

Time was such a fickle thing, after all. Who knew how to really measure it.

Sooooo late orz ;;;

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Taylor's eyes lifted swiftly as the blonde seemed to appear suddenly appear and sweep easily into the seat in front of him. He didn't jump in surprise so much as blink before offering a warm smile.

"I think either works for now. Good evening, Vincent. I take it you didn't find this place too difficult to find."

He made a small gesture with his hand at the waitress who was hovering in the doorway of the cafe, lifting two fingers briefly before they exchanged a nod and she vanished away. He paused then as if realising a mistake, his brow furrowing as he glanced back at Vincent once more.

"Ah... I'm sorry. I just realised that's a kind of habit now; I'm used to just ordering two coffees here as standard. I should have asked if you'd prefer something else."

He gave an apologetic look before adding "If it's not to your taste I can of course change the order."

It's fine!

[diredormouse]

Coffee.

Vincent preferred tea, really, but... well, he wasn't all that picky in general, mostly. And he wasn't about to put Taylor through the effort of changing the order, as little as that effort might be, and so, he only shook his head as he moved one leg over the other.

"Coffee is fine."

:'B

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It did dawn on Taylor that he really was so used to interacting with Elias in settings like this that it had almost become a reflex comfort. Mentally, he was kicking himself a little to realise just how automatic his attitudes about things as simple as ordering expected refreshments had become.

He attempted not to linger on the point outwardly, but he did make a note to himself to be more aware in future. So he continued to smile politely, his fingers lacing together as he rested his chin upon them.

"How are you and Miss Ada settling in? I mean, I realise the situation is not ideal, but I mean how do you feel you're getting on, all considered?"