[center][h3][color=BC8F8F]Mikio[/color][/h3]
[i]Tea Lounge[/i][/center]
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The chorus of clinks and clashes as Mikio washed dishes paused as Naosada remarked, "[i]Perhaps I raised questions. I must look pretty suspicious.[/i]" He looked over his shoulder at him, silent for a moment, before turning back to the sink and replying, "I don't think so." His voice tried to convey a friendly sense of reassurance, though unsure is Naosada really needed any comfort. He appeared unbothered, even during the bombardment of queries from the Dove.

"[i]You run this place all alone?[/i]" Mikio paused his idle, routined washing-and-drying and turned. "I do--in a sense, though, I don't. This shop is owned by Shika, really. She's older and..not well. I try to keep her focused on resting, so right now it's really just me," he said, his voice an unusually monotonous tone. 

"Well, you're always welcome here," Mikio continued, his voice returning to its typical honeyed timbre, "I'm not too worried about you, if that means anything." He turned back and neatly set the dried dishes and silverware in their respective spots.