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[center][b]Location:[/b] 8th Ward, Tea Lounge
[b]Tag:[/b] [@Fathomless][/center][hr]

[indent][b]N[/b]aosada sat on the corner edge of a flower shop across the tea cafe. It looked pleasant and inviting, but he had witnessed gruesome traps laid in enticing forms. Even still, if only to be safe, he had decided scout it. His long travel on foot had started [i][b]it[/b][/i] up, it had been two weeks since he had eaten. And he could feel his instincts starting to overwhelm him. He needed coffee; a nice hot cup of steaming coffee. Something to satisfy him, something to help him remain him.

He let out a cool breath, felt the empyreal heat of his Ghoulish power recede. [color=#CD5C5C][b]"I pray for that boy that they have coffee."[/b][/color]

For he had cemented in his mind, that to avoid falling into his lesser civilized-self, he would sacrifice one for the good of the masses. Naosada strode inside the Tea Lounge, or so the sign had read, and paused at the boy. It was bright, homely. Rays of soft sunlight fell inside; uniformed soldiers of saffron light. Lively plants, which promoted a sense of life and gentle elegance hung above and was situated in corners. Naosada looked at the youth and saw a graceful figure inside the boy. Even still, he was incapable of hiding the paramount importance of his momentary question. [color=#CD5C5C][b]"Excuse me,"[/b][/color] he said softly. [color=#CD5C5C][b]"Do you sell coffee here?"[/b][/color][/indent]