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[center][b]Location:[/b] 8th Ward, Tea Lounge
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	Naosada smiled cordially. [color=#CD5C5C][b]“Indeed it is.”[/b][/color] he agreed. 

	At first he had been dumbfounded, if not shaken by the sudden outward expression. The Dove who only moments earlier was dripping with accusation was sudden smiling and speaking so elegantly that Naosada had been moments away from taking the boy hostage. 

	It was good that they had seriously left, cause he didn’t really enjoy stooping to such tactics. 

	He stayed at the island. The tension in the air had cleared up, leaving him with a good amount of sunshine and coffee to soak up. Naosada pursed his lip and blew on the steam that raised from the cup. Then he took another deep gulp of it. 

	It was just as good the second time. 

	[color=#CD5C5C][b]“Excuse me,”[/b][/color] he called as loud as his gentle voice needed. [color=#CD5C5C][b]“Are the Doves always like that?”[/b][/color]