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

[indent][color=#CD5C5C][b]"G[/b]ood,"[/color] he breathed with suppressed relief. [color=#CD5C5C][b]"Any will do, so long as its hot."[/b][/color]

He moved in tandem with boy, walking with an unnatural silence he couldn't control. He unraveled the yellow scarf from his neck, laid it on the clean island table and took his seat. The ambiance of the Tea Lounge was affable, a subtle reminder that their peaceful times hiding in the war zone between Doves and Ghouls. 

He sighed, the telltale smell of a Dove's Quinque seeping out had assailed him. Naosada placed an elbow on the island table and awaited his cup, hoping to not draw any attention; though, their conversation had sparked a tinge of anger in him. Takamochi had showed him his deeds, made he read through all the headlines his carnage had inspired. [color=#CD5C5C][b]"Rabid dog, eh?"[/b][/color] It slid from between his lips like fading thought.[/indent]