twenty-seventh breath ✧ action

[musubi]

[Dreams? What dreams. Isamu hasn't been having any dreams. Certainly not the nightmarish kind taking place in a demon-infested, post-apocalyptic world that seem real enough to keep him from wanting to sleep ever again. And he certainly hasn't been avoiding doing just that for the past couple of days, trying to go about his daily routine as if he isn't a disturbed wreck.

Okay, no. All of that's a lie.

He's just lucky he hasn't broken any dishes yet, and he almost spilled a whole tray on a customer earlier. The key word being almost. He isn't ready to lose his job just yet.

It's just business as usual at the Baratie, and he won't hear you argue otherwise.]

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[touchofrogue]

[You know what? She looks from him, to the dessert menu, and back again... before choosing to not say anything about it. Everyone's entitled to One of Those Days, and this doesn't have that 'it's personal' vibe.]

Whatever you've got with the most chocolate possible.

[Mello had--]

An' a cup of coffee. [Pause.] Please.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

So just dessert, then? Seven layer chocolate cake it is.

[touchofrogue]

[A little salute with two gloved fingers and a slight nod.

Yes, just dessert. The universe should just be glad she hasn't holed up with a stash of chocolate bars.]

Don't forget the coffee.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

I won't. Coffee's the most important. [He would know.]

[touchofrogue]

You should get some for yourself while you're back there. Ya look like you're just waiting for a strong breeze to knock you over.

[You sure you won't trip on the way out and fall and make her cake go splat? Because that's clearly all she cares about here.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

I already have. I'm not due for more coffee for at least another ten minutes.

[He tries to smirk a little here.]

[touchofrogue]

Heh.

[She returns the smirk, using it to soften her next words ever-so-slightly.] S'funny, 'cause I think I'm overdue.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Good thing you have me to bring you some then, right?

[Just let him disappear into the kitchen for a few minutes and he'll deliver exactly what was asked of him.]

[touchofrogue]

[Sweet elixir of life, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees. Rogue takes a sip.]

And this - this is why you're my favorite. Whatever your name is.



((OOC: And for the purposes of this AU, feel free take that as literal or teasing!))

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Ha. Isamu.

Good to know I've left such an impression in the past.

[touchofrogue]

[Shrug.]

Ya want a girl ta remember you, ya tell her your name after coffee. [She takes another sip.] See? Now I have a shot at rememberin'. Isamu.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Name after coffee. Got it. I'll keep that in mind.

[touchofrogue]

[And that's about as unrequitedly social as Rogue is feeling today, and so fortified by having already finished off about half that cup of steaming coffee - black, which is unusual for her regular self - she starts in on the chocolate cake.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Let me know if you need anything else.

[And he'll just be at the register.]

[touchofrogue]

[It's not too long before she'll try to catch his attention - because she still has half the cake (almost painfully sweet, but just what she needed right now) - but is out of coffee.

...and there's a pressure in the back of her head about - something that she can't afford to look at too closely. These dreams she'd been having... she hadn't always been herself in them. But who would do such horrible things to a little boy?]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

[He comes back over, arms crossed over his chest.]

What can I do for you?

[touchofrogue]

[She taps the side of her mug.]

Refill?

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

On it.

[He walks off and comes back a moment later with a pot of coffee, which he sits in front of her after pouring.]

Knock yourself out.

[touchofrogue]

[She looks from him, to the pot, and then back to him.]

Ya sure about this?

[She is not that well off, dude.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Oh I'll make a note every time you refill. It's just easier for me this way.

[He smirks.]

[touchofrogue]

Heh - an' here I thought you were doin' something nice.

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Well I'd hate to have you make that mistake.

[touchofrogue]

Oh, I sit corrected. [She takes a sip of her coffee. Smirks.] They could charge ya for this, ya know. Putting an unlimited supply in front of a junkie.

[She shakes her head, makes a tsking sound.]

[ingrate.livejournal.com]

Guess I just can't help taking risks for a pretty face.

[touchofrogue]

[Instant lineface. And although Rogue doesn't physically retreat, she does a good job of shrinking in on herself. Her shoulders hunch protectively - but she bites back the sharp retort.

She'd been enjoying the banter, it was a pleasant distraction from her thoughts. So she doesn't want to get rid of him just yet.]

Your boss must be rubbin' off on ya. Gonna start twirling around in a minute too?