A Chilly Day

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A CHILLY DAY

"Shineba iinoni, Shineba iinoni"
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Long navy hair cascaded down the strong, yet lithe back of a certain samurai-esq homunculus named with the sin of Wrath. The eyes of an obvious Asian-born man sat on his face above a petite nose and a plush set of lips, while his eyes were covered in their signature black eye-shadow. His face was pointed at the chin and femininely-masculine, while those lips held a scowl as two strong legs carried him into a small coffee shop that had just opened. It was about 9am in the morning.

He was wearing a long, tight, black uniform that held the heat into his body, keep him as warm as possible out here. Boots stole his legs away until the knees as he let out a sigh, playing with one of the strands of the long side-bangs of his fringe that he left out today, the rest being in the high ponytail he was wearing.

Mugen was situation over his shoulder in an easily accessible position as he calmly nodded towards the woman at the counter and sat down, glaring at the table. He'd been in the snow for about a week and a half now, since his 'mission' was to sneak into the Briggs fortress and check out what was going on. The male didn't know why the old guy didn't just send Envy instead? It'd be over faster...

"Black latte." He stated with a deep voice, while the girl nodded and began to get the coffee ready for him. He'd been in the cafe, relaxing, for about 3 and a half hours before another customer walked in, which was rare considering this shop seemed to have a bad reputation. 'Probably another 'tourist'' He though with a sigh.

Her hair seemed choppy under her hat and she was tightly snug in her clothes - obviously cold. If he were straight, he'd call her cute, but he wasn't so he just sipped at his nineteenth black latte calmly and ate some of his tempura ramen. That was why he kept coming here: They sold Auregese food. That was probably why it was so unpopular, since they were near the Drachman border and all.

"Finally. A nice place to sit and have some cappuccino," He heard her say as she took a seat next to him and took off her coat and hat, and poor Endavi's curiosity kept his peripheral vision focused on her (and thanks to his ability, he saw it pretty clearly). A woman came over to take her order before asking him if he wanted a refill. He nodded as she took his cup and walked off to do the orders, before he turned his head slightly to the girl with an impassive look on his features.

"What brings a civilian here?" He asked calmly, his eyes flashing around the restaurant briefly to show how empty it was, especially since it was Midday on a Sunday.

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A CHILLY DAY

"Shineba iinoni, Shineba iinoni"
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"Well, I just wanted to get out of the cold. It's a bit chilly today," He heard her answer (even though it was unnecessary since he read her lips) as he sipped another sip of his umpteenth black latte and sighed lightly, shivering just a bit. Funny, how no matter what you were, if you had feeling, you suffered in the cold? Weird.

"So, why are you here? Do you normally come here?" She asked, curiously, as he seemed to rejoice in her caffiene... Endavi just 'che'd' and sipped his drink again before talking with chapped lips and slightly clattering hands (he wasn't a big fan of the North). "I'm here because of my job, and I've regularly visited this old place for the past week." He answered in a bored tone, deciding he might as well just reply and get it over with; besides, he was bored in a frost-bitten hell on a mission he'd much rather be relaxing in Central instead of doing.

'Che, what a hassle...'

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A CHILLY DAY

"Shineba iinoni, Shineba iinoni"
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"So, what is your job anyway?" He saw her almost spit out in annoyance as he 'Che'd', having a very good feeling she thought he was a part of the military. Seriously, whenever he said he was somewhere for a job everyone presumed he worked in the military for some reason. How annoying...

"Not the military." He said in a bored tone, being as vague as possible as he sipped at the black latte again and looked past the girl and outside the shop. Of course, thanks to his ability, ignoring her movements (even the small ones) were nearly impossible, but he was also able to notice it had started snowing again.

Navy blue eyes observed the falling of the snowflakes as the male mildly noted they reminded him of that kid he met in Central a few times before he left to come up here. Tsune... that boy amused him to a rather great extent as he would like to see the boy sometime soon, that wasn't a stupid coincidence, of course. Maybe he should give him a call now-- 'Ever since I got here the kid's been on my mind, che, I'm acting like some dumb fangirl... I hope he hasn't lost that phone though...'

Shaking his head slightly to try and stop the thoughts of that one intriguing male, he turned back to his latte and took another sip with a cold sigh, the puff of cold air coming out in front of him as a result.

Maybe he was just over-thinking things...

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A CHILLY DAY

"Shineba iinoni, Shineba iinoni"
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"Hah-ah! Hah-ah!"

Heavy breathing came from the mouth of a young child, about age 8, as the boy wiped away the sweat of his brow and swung the wooden sword in front of him again. His navy hair curved at his shoulders to give a bob-like cut as he spun around and, with all of his force, smashed the false blade against the wooden dummy, sending him back a bit from the force of the impact and the false blade's shattering.

He dropped the handle and fell to his hands and knees, breathing heavily from his long and hard training session. Scowling, he pushed a lock of his hair behind his ear before pushing himself into a sitting position and relaxing like that, so not to fall into an embarrassing position.

"Davi-chan!" Was suddenly yelled from behind the boy as the samurai-in-training expertly rolled out of the way in order to dodge a glomp his 'friend' always tried to deliver him, every time they met. The other boy, who had one green eye and choppy red hair, immediately re-composed himself in front of the scowling boy and grinned. "How many times do I have to say 'don't call me that'?"

The other boy laughed as he stood and dragged the exhausted male to his feet, who just scowled deeper at having to move. Before he could protest, however, he was dragged across the dojo and to the window, where the boy pointed up to reveal more small, white flakes falling from the sky and onto the Tokyo streets. The redhead beamed as he stuck his face up to the glass.

"Isn't it pretty, Davi?" The boy asked as the navy-haired boy just scoffed, "Aw, c'mon, it's snowing! I haven't seen snow ever!" "That's 'I haven't ever seen snow before', moron, and neither have I." 'Davi' corrected with a roll of his large eyes before he leaned on the small windowsill and sighed, 'I guess it is kind of pretty...', "Kana?"

"Huh?" The boy asked with a confused look, while Endavi gave him a rare smile, making him brighten up like he got $50 to spend on anything he wanted, "You're right... it is kind of pretty..."

Mature navy eyes looked past Cecilia and out the window at the snow, before a small, serene smile came onto his lips at the memory that the white substance sparked.

'I hope that wherever you are, you know that I still think you were right about the snow, Kana'

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