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

	[color=#CD5C5C][b]“No, thank [i]you[/i]. I become quite cranky without my coffee in the morning.”[/b][/color] 

	Naosada went back to eyeing his reflection in his cup. The tea shop was steadily growing brighter with soft sunlight. Even still, despite the kind beauty in the store, he could feel the lurking darkness of conflict. There was a tension in the air, he thought. Had he accidentally allowed some bloodlust to slip? he doubted it. Perhaps these Doves were on high alert. Was this ward likewise on the verge of war?

	He lifted his head purposely, glancing down at his fine clothes. [color=#CD5C5C][b]“Oh, these?”[/b][/color] he questioned. [color=#CD5C5C][b]“These are actually old. Far too old for me remember where I obtained them from.”[/b][/color] He looked over his shoulder at the Dove, his warm eyes falling onto the briefcase for a split-moment.  [color=#CD5C5C][b]“What of you? Are you a businessman who also ran out of coffee at home?”[/b][/color]