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[lemonsodas]

WHO: Reever & Komui
WHAT: Action Science Tea Hour
WHERE: Where Reever's been staying; near the marketplace
WHEN: After Cross' party returns from the jungle (and bathes)

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[lemonsodas]

There was something very bizarre about seeing Komui outside of the Order Headquarters. Perhaps it was the lack of files stacked all about them, or maybe it was the general atmosphere of…quiet, as opposed to the constant noise of the science department, where someone was always muttering or chatting or pretending to be on the phone. Reever took a sip of his tea, hiding a smile behind his cup

[komuieee]

Ahahaha, was he joking? Komui could marry coffee. A brilliant, brilliant little treat made popular by Americans - that's what it was, and Komui was a shameless addict of the stuff. It kept him up all night, so he could 'work'. It gave him energy. It made him feel young, like he was a child again

Now? Well, the years were catching up to him, and it wasn't so much fun anymore.

Komui took another sip.

"But how will I function?" He quipped. "I can't live off of lemon sodas like you."

[lemonsodas]

Reever paused mid-sip, frozen with horror at the idea of having to share his lemon sodas, safe, beautiful lemon sodas with the all-consuming wave of locusts that was Komui. Then he blinked, and the vision passed.

"Yeah, I guess that'd be impossible," he acknowledged with a smile. Everyone knew very well how much Komui relied on coffee.

The idea of him without it was…scary, to be honest, but Reever had to try anyway. It was like his unofficial job title, looking after Komui's best interests. Even though that one was even more thankless than his usual.

"So you think we should have a meeting?"

[komuieee]

Impossible and damaging to everyone within a fifty mile radius. The wrath of Komui Lee would be bestowed on them all if he could not have his blushing bride - Coffee. Then he'll have to rape and pillage lemon sodas to satisfy his thirst much to Reever's dismay. Komui would not think about Reever's dismay though. At least, not at first. The lemon sodas would be distracting him.

But no lemon sodas here. Just some good tea that the Head of the Science Department made for him. WERE there any lemon sodas on this island? Huh.

"Do they even have that here?" Komui asked nonchalantly. He continued, "As for the meeting - yes. I have yet to speak to the Black Order as a whole, and I think it is about time we have some sort of system worked out. Everyone has been disorganized, running around, following General Cross, and getting themselves maimed by jaguars. I'd rather that not happen again."

[lemonsodas]

They didn't have them here. Reever missed lemon sodas, but he wasn't addicted to them in the same way that Komui was addicted to coffee. So it was more like something that made him sad, as opposed to a national disaster for everyone. He sighed a little, easing back against the couch to study Komui's face carefully. He did look tired, even judging by the sliding scale the science team had to operate on-where everyone was half-exhausted at any given time-it made Reever a little concerned. Was he worrying too much about the Exorcists back home? With Komui it was entirely possible. He was just the sort of person who'd beat himself up for no good reason about things he couldn't change