Moonrise 003 - Action; Forward dated to the afternoon

[no_resignations]

[Today, Saix sits in a very crowded diner--one that's so crowded, it's checking to see if any current patrons don't mind sharing seats. Saix had commented he didn't mind--he ha no reason to care, after all. Instead, he'll sit there, stirring his tea waiting to cool while he awaits his burger and fries. His mind is on Axel, naturally, and their

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[ninthserenade]

[PIGGING OUT ON A BURGER, AWW YEAH.

Yep. He doesn't even notice Saix yet. Oops.]

[no_resignations]

You would do best to slow down, IX. You're likely not chewing your food properly and this could lead to you choking.

[In other words: he's noticed Demyx and does not approve of his eating habits.]

[ninthserenade]

[Pause.

Stare.

Staring forever.

Then, with his mouth full;]

Hikes?

['Saix?']

[no_resignations]

Chew and swallow before speaking.

[Light above, Demyx, he is not your mother.]

[venus_idol]

[Here's a girl who needs a place to sit! Minako had heard the diner was good, but she wasn't expecting it to be so popular. Still, she wasn't going to just leave because of that.

Getting through the crowd behind the waitress trying to show her to that empty spot isn't exactly fun, though. Small as she is she gets jostled around quite a bit, walking between people and weaving in and out of spaces between packed tables.

Once she makes it there, she flops down with a bit of a huff, adjusting her hat as it nearly got knocked off a few times before forcing a smile over to her table companion.]

Ah... sorry about this. This was the only seat left, apparently...

[no_resignations]

It matters little to me. It's a practical solution.

[Deadpan expression. And linefacing. He's not the emotional sort, Minako.]

[venus_idol]

It's only polite to apologize for such a situation, sir.

[no_resignations]

[Oh. Oh. When Saix looks up, there's a brief moment of recognition before he looks back down at the laminated wood or whatever it is.]

If you have a problem, I'm sorry to say that there's no other seats left, or so it would seem.

[In other words, he's pretending to not know Ventus.]

[austering]

[Call it coincidence. Leon's life seems to be constantly made up of them, frankly. It's crowded, today, but a good place. A diner he comes to every so often. Usually in the hours it's not so bad.

Today, however, he didn't care. He'd spent the better part of two hours with an ice packed over a not-so-bad-now shiner thanks to a contract that caught him a little unawares before realizing all he had in the fridge was...

Frozen peas.

Why frozen peas, he wasn't sure. So, eating out it was. Leon didn't care who he happened to be sitting with, as long as they didn't particularly bother him. And the coincidence happened to be the sudden pang of familiarity.

That... was a familiar face. Not that Leon took too long to particularly notice. A frown, and it was back to the diner's surprisingly interesting idea of what vegetarian meals were like.]

[no_resignations]

[Saix takes note of who it is. and oh, what a coincidence it is. What would Leon say if he knew that Saix and the rest of the Organization had been watching his trivial and futile attempts to restore a withering Garden? It's almost amusing, if only it weren't for his lack of a heart and thus the ability to feel.]

...Squall Leonhart. What an "amusing" coincidence.

[austering]

[Leon wouldn't have much to say. That's ahead of him-- he hasn't yet taken up that responsibility. Still, a frown creases his mouth, food forgotten. He has to look him over, 'It's Leon' barely at the edge of his lips.

He's seen him before.]

Isa... [The scars almost throw it off, and the nine years it's been since he's last cross paths.]