[center][h3][color=BC8F8F]Mikio[/color][/h3]
[i]Tea Lounge[/i][/center]
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[center][@Renny] [@Old Amsterdam][/center]
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The smile blossoming across Mikio's bespeckled cheeks faltered slightly at the comments from the two well-dressed Doves. Puzzled, he observed the two stately partners for a moment longer before averting his tender gaze back to the seated man. "I'm glad you like it. Let me know if any of you need anything else!" Mikio then turned his back to the settled customers, focusing on busying himself with cleaning up the stray granules of coffee beans and discarding them in a wastebin, before wiping down the sleek silver brewing machine.

Concertinaed beams of sunlight slipped through the shutters of the windows towards the back of the lounge, neatly chopping up the  polished wooden furniture. A sense of peace sifted through the air, with the muffled sounds and protests of passing denizens. Still, Mikio felt an underlying tension snake through the teahouse, like a predator waiting beneath still water.