Inevitably, due to a lack of general interest, the lunch person responsible for the S&S line was often late. This didn't reflect on the line too heavily, although Keepa almost jumped when Clark greeted them. 
[b]"Well, good afternoon, Saint Clark~"[/b] they chirped in an otherwise formal tone besides the tease; perhaps due to Clark's aspect of Old Saint Nicholas which was odd to Keepa, Clark being pretty much the only person with such an aspect, did the snake take such interest in coming up with witty names for him. It was never in ill manner or with the intention of being hurtful, just...well...there weren't many people who could say they knew what went on behind those bright violet eyes which narrowed as Katsuo cut in front of them.

[b]"[i]Oh~?[/i]"[/b] Keepa began, casually sliding closer as the expression that had been annoyance was expertly masked with a sultry smirk as they continued, [b]"I do not remember saving you a spot~."[/b] Playing dumb at first, holding their left elbow in their right hand as they thoughtfully tapped their chin with the inky black scales of their left index finger, slowly rolling their eyes over to Katsuo as their expression subtly grew. [b]"Alzough...if you vahnted to have lunch vith me..."[/b] they went on, their tone growing softer as they gently shifted their hand from their chin to less than an inch from Katsuo's cheek, making a caressing motion as they concluded, [b]"[i]you only needed to ask~[/i]."[/b] The resonant chill from the resting aspect seeped into Katsuo's skin as Keepa punctuated the action with a well-timed wink.

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With that, I slipped ahead of him, bending slightly to offer a hand for Ashita to shake while I grabbed a tray and pointed out what I wanted, the lunch person well familiar with me as a returning customer. [b]"And how is zeh young Madam doing, today?"[/b] I ask, curious if Katsuo had taught her to shake and be civil, yet, rather than forcing the poor doll to do his homework while he skipped class. Of course, I didn't have the time to get an answer...as Lady [i]Catheryn[/i] was soon on the scene.
I mean, sure, I enjoyed pizza sometimes, but...hrm. I suppose I shouldn't assume to understand her if I didn't. Heh. Rather than be annoyed, it was easier to play along with what I thought was a joke of some sort.
I throw an exaggerated thumbs up in the air in her direction, the plating of my fingers starting to reform in the same action, adding a glint from the neon light as I called back, [b]"Yes!"[/b]
With this, I snatch up my tray, making my tray to the nearest mostly empty table in the direction Lady Catheryn had gestured. Sitting down, I folded one leg over the other, shifting my attire to the side up to my thighs with the swift movement; glancing to the other patrons while viciously biting half of the wrapping on the sandwich off in a single motion, chewing it twice and spitting it into a nearby trashcan in their direction. They didn't look like the fighting type and it showed from how those that didn't move to the next table over slid as far away as they could, whispering amongst themselves.