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[wax_psychotic]

Who: Bakura, Olette, anyone else who wants coffee.
What: Getting coffee
Where: Business District
When: After this
Rating: PG

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[secretlyadept]

Allen was still dragging Rabi by the arm when he happened to look over to his left and skid to a halt. It was a rare spectacle. He clearly had kindred here. He reached up on his toes to ruffle Rabi's hair once before diving into the shop and sprinting up to the stranger he saw at the counter.

Wide-eyed, he pointed a white-gloved hand at the back of the man's head and declared loudly, "You have white hair too!"

[olettepwnsj00]

"You be stressin', too?" She yelled at the both of them, resting her head on the counter. "I like cream in my coffee."

[wax_psychotic]

"..."

Bakura stared blankly at the boy in front of him, wondering both where the hell he sprang out of and what the hell Olette just said.

"Congratulations. You aren't colorblind," he grumbled before returning to his task of dumping ingredients into the...cappuccino maker, it read. He moved to the shelves behind him, picking up random bottles and studying their labels. Vanilla? Edible. Cinnamon? Could help. Clorox? What in the name of Ra was that doing here. Hell, what was Clorox?

Gathering bottles in his arms, he turned back to the counter only to find that the boy was still there.

"Did you want something?"

[secretlyadept]

He stood, standing and staring blankly for several moments before realizing he had absolutely no purpose barging in. Finally dropping his raised arm, Allen blinked and glanced over at the girl he hadn't noticed on his initial run-in. He scratched the back of his head once thoughtfully before admitting, "Uhm. I...guess not?"