Yuri smiled at seeing Fuma at least awake, not bright eyed by any terms, but it meant a lot to her that he had put forth this effort to meet up with her at what she knew had to be such an ungodly hour to him. Having always been a bit of an early bird herself; thankful for morning shoots or early classes. Yuri loved watching the sun rise, it was something she never tired of. That feel of the first morning warmth against her skin with a large cup of her favorite caramel mocha in her hand, feeling that same kind of warmth enveloping her as Fuma scooted upright in her seat, it brought to her mind thoughts of respect thinking that important in any relationship - be it an older or a budding one: all of which she had no idea what theirs would be termed, considering. Letting out a soft laugh when he mentioned her skirt, the mere sound of his voice sending off thousands of small currents throughout Yuri's lithe body. "I think I'm just warm blooded." Yuri offered as an answer to his words.
Clearing her throat from nerves, Yuri was already nervous enough by just meeting Fuma much less having the 'other boy' just a few booths behind her brother to where his eyes were positioned on her as opposed to being on the boy who was the object of his affection, and for now, her curiosity. She remembered absolutely nothing of the past that he told her of but for a few brief dreams that she'd had, thinking them just that - dreams. But now it would seem that the dreams were more a recollection than just sleep pictures as her little sister called it. "Camel latte.." Yuri replied as to what she was drinking, the smell of the freshly baked pastries tickling at her nose in such a pleasurable way but feeling her stomach jumbling far to much to even think of eating as she normally would do. "What are you getting, are you hungry?"
Taking a sip from his glass of ice coffee Ryosuke recognized the sound of the small chime that summoned above the door that he had apparently missed when he walked within the area himself. Blinking from a bit of a surprise then again from the girl that was issued as a geist, not really as much from the stranger, but who it was that she was walking towards being a very familiar face from his past. Moving a bit in his chair as he again hoisted the glass to his lips to take another sip of the cold liquid. Ryosuke hadn't really looked around the premisses before just plopping his still tired ass in the booth nor had he looked at the few faces in the establishment with him. He wasn't about to start any trouble and presumed neither would Fuma Kikuchi but if the demon wanted trouble, he sure as hell wouldn't back down from it either. Shrugging his shoulders a bit he couldn't say that he recognized the girl in the least nor did he particularly care who she was with the present company she was keeping; again casting his eyes towards the window
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Moving down the sidewalk a bit too slowly for most people, Yuto didn’t pick up his pace at all. It was early morning and he hated mornings probably just as much as everyone else, he was slow to get around and do anything but he wanted coffee before starting the day. Looking at the small café and seeing Ryosuke inside made him smile slightly, his large hand coming to pull open the glass door as he made his way inside the café, finding the table his friend was sitting at as he pulled the chair from across the table to bring his lanky frame in the seat. “Early.” he mumbled the one word blinking at the onset of the sun pouring into the glass windows, groaning a bit but ignoring it to the best of his ability as he looked at the older male seated in front of him with the same small smile.
Ryosuke licked his lips as the chilled coffee eased it's way down his throat. It was something he remembered drinking as far back as being a young teen in the summer when other friends would be drinking some form of alcohol or soda. Iced coffee was his drink. Sitting the cup back on the table he smiled at hearing the chime for the girl - Changeling that quickly followed the chime of lycan, wolf-blood or not, those silly ass chimes knew. He'd honestly only knew of a scarce few places that had such a bell, to the human and untrained ear they all seemed the same - that mundane ringing little tinkly type sound but his ears, by a now natural habit, called out the species as they entered as clearly as the bell itself did to summon the café owner. Standing a little as Yuto walked towards him, he leaned slightly to kiss the other boys' cheek as he mumbled 'Early', something he wasn't at all sure that Yuto liked or not but it was something he always did, regardless. "It's a beautiful day, you should be enjoying it and not sleeping it away." he
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Feeling the soft kiss press to his cheek his body instantly heated, his cheeks flushing a tinted color as his head hung just a bit only to be covered by his hands moments later to take a deep breath. It wasn't like Yuto to get messed up over anyone, the shyness around people was still there regardless of what had happened in the past though, that being one trait he could never really bury. "I like sleep though." the tall male spoke softly, shrugging his shoulders a bit as his hands rested nervously on the table, taking in a deep breath as his eyes moved over the large window then to his friend in front of him looking at the drink, thinking he would probably end up with the same. "It takes a lot to get me out of bed this early so feel special." he smiled softly, his eyes closing for a brief moment to take in the warming sunlight against his cold face.
Shori was excited about starting his new job and with school being closed it gave him the perfect chance to get some extra hours. It wasn't even that he needed the money but with the way that things were with Erika having the job was certainly a nice thing. The way things were with Erika, he snorted a bit at his own thoughts as he tied the apron strings around his waist. Things with Erika, at least as far as he was concerned were strained, at best. He disliked her and she knew that. She hated him, more like despised him and he knew that. Mother and son never spoke or were rarely in the same room for more than two seconds at a time, he had refused her so-called offer to work at her book store and to him it really seemed that she had wished he had never been born, hoping her precious daughter to be the promised next in line mate to the demon. Fuck that he could honestly care two shits about all that fucked up mess and if his sister wanted to play pawn in Erika's game - more power to her then, it didn't really seem that Yuria wanted any
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Seeing the text chime in on his phone Imai smiled at the screen, his mood instantly lifting at seeing the young boy asking for him to see him, liking the idea of seeing him at work and getting some much needed caffeine in his system as well. He was already close by too working on a few things but hurrying them up to reply with the answer of yes and hopping in his car to make his way to the small café. The changeling wasn’t too worried anymore what anyone thought of his and Shori’s budding relationship, he was easily falling for the young boy and he much didn’t care who knew or saw it, it was love and life after all and it couldn’t be stopped by even the biggest of forces. Parking his car he quickly checked his appearance before moving through the café doors to see the younger boy moving around the place, the smile never leaving his face as he sat by the serving counter.
Strapping the apron tight about his waist the boy actually felt proud that he had acquired his own job without it being at her shop, he didn't much like it there with her always looming over his shoulder with her cold judgmental dark eyes. She made him feel uncomfortable and almost creeped out by her presence to the point of where he wanted to scream at her to stop looking at him even when she was his mother she weirded him out, not in the sexual sense but just by who she was or maybe what she was, at either rate he didn't like her all too much and even being around his own twin sister was getting to be the same feeling. He knew all too well that Erika didn't care much for Tsubasa but of course it was perfectly fine that her daughter made an utter fool of herself over Fuma; fuck all that shit. Fuck them, he liked Tsubasa and could care less if Erika approved or not. He was not about to make an ass out of himself over someone that didn't give two shits whether he lived or died, he wasn't like them that way. He knew that Tsubasa liked
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Watching the boy putting on the apron, Imai tried not to stare too hard, his gaze falling to the other workers and even the back on the cafe he could see from the short distance before falling back to Shori. His mind was hooked on this boy and regardless of what his lineage was he could genuinely say he had feelings and was attracted to him the very instant he had seen him. Pulling his seat up to the table he watched the boy move from the counter and over to his table, giving a small smile as he looked over the menu quickly before deciding on just a regular caramel latte. "A caramel latte" he spoke when the young changeling asked what he wanted, the smile never leaving his face as turned more to face the boy although he knew he had work to do he would be happy sitting here and watching.
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