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Post by Mika Yukio on Mar 3, 2006 16:01:22 GMT -5
Mika had woken up very early today, since she had badly wanted to visit the town. It was strange to see her up so early on a Saturday, since she wasn't exactly a morning person. But what she wanted to do, she had to do, so here she was, sitting at a table in the Karaoke Café and waiting for her coffee. On the table lay a notebook full of doodles, sketches and random writings along with a pen and a fan. Admittedly, it was a pretty hot day for March and Mika's jacket lay abandoned on the back of the chair, leaving out an emerald green T-shirt. She, of course, was wearing jeans. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and she was fiddling with the tips of it, waiting for the coffee that would wake her up a bit so she'd start writing.
A few years ago, she had discovered cafés were wonderful places to write or doodle or sketch. It wasn't as loud as a bar, people didn't suddenly and unexpectedly come to sit down unless they knew you and nobody was sufficiently interested to disturb you from your brain storms. It was the perfect place and she had found herself wishing for a nice morning in a café all week.
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Post by Jun Seido on Mar 16, 2006 12:18:24 GMT -5
Tiramisu. Jun thought of the same thing all morning, the moment he woke up at about 6:00 in the morning. The pet cub lay on the bed without so much as a stir and Jun knew better than to wake him up for breakfast. Instead, he left a piece of steak for the growing tiger to eat when it wakes up, and afterwards, Jun dressed up for a ride to town.
Getting his newly fixed car out of the school garage, Jun took a quick route downtown to look for an open cafe. Surely they would have tiramisu? The Italian dish with a Japanese sounding name, Jun needed something like it totake with a good cup of coffee to wake him up. It was a miracle he was able to drive; he was hungry and sleepy; he could've died in an accident.
Parking his car behind an open cafe called the Karaoke cafe, Jun locked the car door and walked around towards the front of the place. The cafe was already up and moving, and some people were already taking their coffees.
Perfect. Jun thought, glad to have seen the place. Taking a seat in front of the bar, he was about to place an order when a cup of coffee was placed in front of him.
"Oi, you, take this order to table 3, one with notebooks and stuff," a voice, the bartender's, perhaps, commanded him. What? Was Jun mistaken for a waiter?
The thought annoyed Jun, but he was feeling rather charitable. He took the cup and looked around for a table 'with notebooks and stuff'. He spotted one, and luckily, it was the only one with notebooks. Jun walked towards the table where a blonde girl was sitting with her notebook and pen out and a fan. He placed the cup on her table and asked, "Excuse me, but is this the one you ordered?"
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Post by Mika Yukio on Mar 17, 2006 13:53:11 GMT -5
A tall, platinum-haired guy walked up to her with a coffee in his hands. She blinked. He didn't look like a waiter to her.
"Excuse me, but is this the one you ordered?"
"Oh! Oh, yes, thank you," she said, hurriedly taking the cup from him. She looked at him oddly again. "Excuse me, but are you sure you're a waiter?"
Indeed, the one that had taken her order was much more formally dressed and had a notebook in his hands. Like every waiter in the café, come to think about it. Mika sipped some coffee, rejoicing on the wonderful taste of the drink. She hadn't had breakfast yet and she was sort of hungry, but she thought she'd order something later on.
She suddenly realized it was sort of rude to sit there talking to him without even offering him a seat. "Take a seat, please. I'm Mika," she said, introducing herself. She hated taking the first step, but she always seemed to do it. She introduced herself, she was the first to volunteer, and she was always the first to do it, even though she didn't want to.
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Post by Jun Seido on Mar 18, 2006 2:27:50 GMT -5
Tiramisu. The Italian food once again crossed his mind as he crossed the cafe towards the table of the blonde girl who ordered the cup of coffee he was holding. He wasn't even sure, how was he to know who ordered what?
But the girl had taken the coffee, and Jun mentally congratulated himself for making a very good guess. Or logical, whatever.
Jun smiled at her, the smile seemed to be a bit drowsy because of hunger.
"Iie, I'm no waiter," he explained. "Silly bartender thought I'm a waiter. Do I look like a waiter to you?" he asked somewhat off-handedly. His mind kept on wandering back to tiramisu and coffee, he's about to die...
"Thanks," he answered, snapping out his tiramisu thoughts and sitting down on the chair next to her.
"I'm Jun, by the way, and," and taking a closer look at her, she seemed familiar to him, "do you go to Tama Boarding School? You look familiar to me."
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Post by Mika Yukio on Mar 18, 2006 7:18:15 GMT -5
Mika chuckled. He looked famished now that she looked at him better. Couldn't be a waiter for sure. "Pleased to meet you, Jun," she smiled, trying to sweep away some of the mess on the table as to put the coffee cup down. "Yes, I go to Tama, do you?" the brunette added off-handedly, placing the fan atop of a notebook full of sprawling handwriting.
She grinned at some of the inscriptions on the first page, since the cover had been ripped and especially at her handwriting. Her teachers always complained about her handwriting, but no way in hell would she do something about it.
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Post by Jun Seido on Mar 21, 2006 13:58:16 GMT -5
OOC: Gah, I keep on calling you blonde! Sorry...
BIC:
Tiramisu. Jun felt relieved as a waiter finally came towards their table to take his order. The waiter had to apologize for the mistake in handing a customer something to serve to another customer. Jun knew it wasn't intentional, but he couldn't make a good face when his mind is preoccupied in ordering breakfast.
"I'm in Kurenai," He told Mika when the waiter left. "How aboout you?" he asked in return, but leaned forward to take a peek at her notebook.
"What's that about, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Post by Mika Yukio on Mar 21, 2006 15:27:38 GMT -5
[OOC: Lol, don't worry. She may pass as a blonde, light-brown hair you see.]
Mika asked for some pancakes, starting to feel hungry. Turning back to Jun, she saw him look slightly mad on the waiter. She smirked and bit her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud. Now that she thought about it, it was pretty funny to have thought he was a waiter.
"I'm in Daaku," she answered, sobering up. She could have been in Kurenai, though, if she didn't think about her mother when choosing a kumi. Her mother liked visual arts and once was a skilled artist herself. Mika wanted to remember that forever.
She glanced at the notebook and blushed slightly. "Uh... it's a... notebook full of quotes and other stuff...," she answered, eying the notebook with worry. She knew that if she threw herself on it and hid it, it'll look guilty and Jun would probably want to read it even more. But what if she just left it on the table...? She glanced at Jun from the corner of her eye, not knowing what to do. Some of the quotes were written by her ex back in Russia. She cursed him for being English and writing in English. She didn't even know why she liked to keep this kind of things. She just loved to have memories from what she did and where she was. Souvenirs were her most prized possessions most of the time.
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Post by Jun Seido on Mar 23, 2006 7:08:47 GMT -5
Tiramisu. For how long Jun was going to wait? He was getting quite impatient; hunger isn't something he's used to, especially when he was particularly requesting for something. Bouncing his head to a tune in his head, he smiled as Mika blushed and slightly stuttered a reply. The notebook was probably something personal to the girl, so he decided not to pry anymore.
"Notes and stuff?" he asked. "I see," he then ended.
Not wanting an awkward silence between them while waiting for breakfast, Jun directed the conversation to another topic for her sake.
"You're in Daaku,.. so you can do artistic things?" he asked, wincing at the dumbest question he had ever asked in his entire life. So okay, that was stupid, but at least it could keep the conversation going. That is, depending on how cooperative Mika was.
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Post by Mika Yukio on Mar 26, 2006 17:09:34 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah... I like to draw and stuff, but I also like singing, dancing and writing... What about you?" Mika could tell Jun was just making small talk, but she wasn't going to let him down. She switched back to her chit-chatty self and smiled. At least the notebook was safe.
As discreetly as she could, she placed the notebook beneath a couple of sketches when the waiter appeared, bringing tiramisu for Jun and pancakes for Mika. Now that she took a better look at the sketches, they were all different versions of the same thing. A bridge over a river, sometimes in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by flowers and trees, sometimes with someone walking on the bridge and sometimes bigger and made of metal, surrounded by a crowded metropolis.
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Post by Jun Seido on Mar 27, 2006 0:47:53 GMT -5
Tiramisu. Finally, breakfast! Jun thanked the waiter politely for his coffee and tiramisu, completely forgetting about the earlier incident of making him Mika's waiter. He eagerly took a bite and a sip of coffee and immediately, his senses woke up and Jun was no longer drowsy. He smiled contentedly and looked again at Mika. Jun realized she had asked him something.
"Oh, me... I'm a pure writer, nothing more. Well, maybe a bit of singing, but it's not what I call a real talent. A hobby, more likely," he answered.
He noticed her sketches, all are versions of bridges.
"Ano... why do you like bridges so much?" he asked.
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