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[ghosties]

"But" Jazzy began as he followed him off to the side "What if cats like water?" He asked curiously, quzzing Dimitre seemed fun as they were waiting for their chips and had nothing better to do.

[Imperfect]

Dimitre shrugged, "Then I guess a better metaphor would be like a fish out of water. Excluding the flying ones of course." He looked up at the counter, "Besides, there are only about seven breeds of house cats that enjoy water."

[ghosties]

"You seemed pretty clued up on things?" Jazzy said not sure of himself "are you sure you arent some genuis?" He continued to ask, looking up waiting

[Imperfect]

Dimitre nodded, "Yep. Not a genius. I just have this weird thing where I can remember lots of random stuff. Like the fact that in a pride of lions, females do 90% of the hunting. Or the arch things you see in the old fashioned cathedrals are called flying buttresses. Funny name right?" He could help but laugh a little at the word. He sniffed the air, the smell of the food making his stomach rumble once again.

(Sorry it took so long!)

[ghosties]

Being the stupid idiot Jazzy was he couldn't contain himself after hearing the word buttresses. It seemed foolish for them to be called such a exotic name. He looked at the food station then saw the chips, golden brown and absolutely smothered in sauce "Dimitre, I really hope you like sauce and big portions of chips" he said, nudging him.

[.Watch.Shield.Kill.]

Blinking a bit at the strangeness of Dodger's leg comment, Alex shook it off as the introductions carried on. He shared the other boy's vapor of delight at meeting another with a small chuckle of his own and nodded in appreciation of his final statement. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well," he said. "I'm new too, and you're perhaps the second person I've met that isn't my boss. Where are you from?"

[Imperfect]

Dimitre looked over at the chips, "If I start drooling, don't judge me." They soon called out their order and number and he couldn't wait to step up to the counter quickly. Once they had grabbed the chips, Dimitre quickly stuffed once in his mouth and smiled withou parting his lips.

(I'm falling apart here. My gosh, I haven't done a thing in such a long time.)

[ghosties]

"Yea well, I mean I will probably end up drooling myself so thats fine by me" Jazzy chuckled and grabbed his chips, a tower on sauce lay upon the perfectly cooked steaming chips, he was dying to stuff his face right into it but decided against it as he picked out a small chip and munched on it "Nice right?" He said once he had swallowed his chip.

[The night and fear]

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~{Talking to: No one} {Action: Cleaning Cafe.}~

Once Markus finished cleaning out the coffee pots, he grabbed a small bucket from under the sink and filled it with lukewarm water and soap, tossing in a rag as well. Starting at the closest table and working counter-clockwise, Mark wiped tables, brushing crumbs and trash into a bin. All-in-all, cleaning took a little less than ten minutes, and by that time the last of the customers had trickle out, leaving Markus alone as he waited out the last moments of his shift. But at this point, with nothing else to occupy him, his eyes differed over to a large frontal window that allowed natural light to stream into the cafe. Mark noticed a man sitting on a bench with a guitar near his feet and tried to rack his brain to find a name for the man, since he was cute and it surprised Mark that they hadn't met yet given the size of the town.

Jessie Craig Bruce
He sighed and looked down at his hands fiddling with them for a bit before getting bored, he looked back up and looked at the cafe that he was sat opposite.It looked like a nice place,light and very open giving it a warm and safe looking feeling to it.He looked down at his stuff by his feet before picking up his bag and putting it over one shoulder and picking up his guitar in the other hand before he checked the street and crossed. He breathed in slightly before opening the cafes' door a slight cool breathe past over him as he walked in and glanced round at the place, noticing the guy cleaning the table

[misty onyx;]

{ Well I guess i'm open... Anyone available for Kyle? }