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→ location ✘ cafe | assigned human ✘ amber | tagged ✘ amber | form ✘ here!
with a nod, roman pushed up off the couch and approached the counter. amber seemed to be a genuinely passionate employee, which caught him even more offguard than the rain did that morning. she had a lot to say and all of it was...meaningful. wow. he snapped out of his stupor to ask for a lavender tea and whichever muffin the cashier recommended, quickly paying and stuffing the rest of his change into the tip jar. "friday nights? horrible." her words played again in his head, and with a quick shudder he thanked the universe it was saturday. he was curious, though, as to what was considered inappropriate among humans ── besides the obvious like physical harm, of course ── and made a note to ask amber for some clarification once he got back.

when the order was ready, he grabbed the mug and muffin and returned to the couch. he sat a bit closer to amber to diminish the hilariously large gap between them and set the drink down in front of her. "lavender tea. oh, and in case you're hungry." he pushed the muffin next to the mug as well and sat back against the couch cushions. "she said it's apple? apple cinnamon, maybe. sorry, i didn't really pay attention." he shrugged and propped himself up a bit. "so, uh, what is it about fridays that make you uncomfortable? do you think we need more security or something? or maybe we can just close early that day and avoid it altogether." that idea particularly pleased him, as it meant less time dealing with people and an easier commute home, even if he did only live a few subway stops from the bar. maybe he'd even walk home! the sheer joy of it all. smiling to himself, he relaxed into the seat again and shifted his body toward amber, almost as though he was growing more comfortable with the facade and even ── gasp ── enjoying amber's company. she wasn't nearly as annoying as he expected and she was a well of information for the job already. he should've brought a notebook for notes, honestly.

"drinks-wise, i was thinking more cocktails? what are the most popular drinks people order? why don't we just take a few of those and combine them into a franken-cocktail. if a bunch of people like them separately, everyone's bound to love them together, right?"

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xxxxhuman name: Ilaria Calirix ✧ xhuman: Rinx ✧ xtags: Rin
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As she continued on her walk, Michael noticed her surroundings starting to brighten. The trees were starting to show signs of their natural green shade as the sun peaked from behind the cool, grey clouds. The light drizzle that had been continuous during her morning jog stopped as well. She stopped walking for a moment to appreciate the beauty of the park. Although Heaven was beautiful in its own way, she found something especially pretty about the wide expanse of trees stretching before her. She took her moment and began walking again when a young man suddenly stopped in front of her. Her immediate response was a frown and a bit of disgust. She did not want to interact with the mortals anymore than she had to. Even so, as he began apologizing, she realized something was... different about him compared to the other humans she had previously come into contact with. She studied him for a moment before it hit her. This is him. She had found her ticket back home. I take back what I said before, It looks like things are starting to turn around! She could hardly believe her luck. She quickly brought her thoughts back to the guy in front of her.

"That's - uh - it's quite alright," she rushed out. Realizing how inarticulate she may have sounded, she cleared her throat and started again, "Sorry. Partly my fault. I didn't see you coming either." She took in her charge for a moment before panic started to settle in. How in the world was she supposed to keep an eye on him without raising any alarm? He seemed easy enough to protect, not very different from any of the other humans she had run into. Still, the problem was going to be figuring out how to stay close enough to keep and eye on him without, in turn, frightening him away. Have to start somewhere... She straightened her back, regaining her posture, and extended her hand. This was something she had observed multiple humans doing as a form of greeting. "I'm Ilaria, and you are?" She plastered on a smile, hoping it would help her regain some of her composure and put her charge at ease.

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D O M I N I Q U E
| "Minnie" | female | twenty-four | human | assigned angel: barachiel | tagged: none |

Once the rain let up, Minnie quickly realized the time. She drops a twenty in the tip jar and hands back her mug, quickly thanking the baristas. She rushes out of the coffee shop. "By God, Minnie." She scolds herself, quickly brushing past a few people and hailing a cab. She couldn't be late for this audition. It was way too important for her. She had been practicing for months on end and to lose it to being late wasn't acceptable. "Step on it." She winks and gives the cab driver a little extra money. She arrives at the theater just on time.

She quickly rushes into the theater, greeting everyone. When she steps up on the stage, her whole body relaxes. This was where she felt her most genuine. Which was ironic, seeing that she was playing somebody else, but maybe that's why she loves it so much. Before the music begins to play for her song, the producers and director ask her a question. It was a simple one, but it reminded her of everything. "Why?" One of the producers asks. "Why are you auditioning for this part?" They ask. There was a moment of silence before Dominique answered, the look on her face solemn. "I was in a very...toxic...relationship. And I...well, I need to express the hurt. The fear that he put me through the only way I know how. The producers nod to signal her to begin. Dominique begins to sing. Her voice came out like honey, smooth and sweet.
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Assigned angel: Raphael ▪ Location: Coffee Shop ▪ Tags: Raphael ▪

Nadia stocked towards the counter, her eyes trained on the menu with a crease in her brow and downturned lips. She was so angry she felt like making a scene, running out, and then drowning her sorrows in something much stronger than coffee, but she stayed put. She practically smashed her feet against the ground as she stared at the menu. She wasn’t even reading it, she was just trying to keep herself from doing something she’d regret. Her eyes were pulled away by a man stumbling over a table and making his way over to her. She grinned a tiny bit, and looked away trying to hide her smile. She felt the man stop next to her, and she stiffened just a tiny bit. It wasn’t his fault, he was probably a nice guy or whatever. It was just memories of her dad that always seemed to float into her mind when guys 10 years or older came near. It was quite annoying too. She probably looked like someone had dunked her in an ice bath, and her shabby appearance probably wasn’t helping her crazy look.

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, but she ignored it for now. It was probably just Grace giving a half baked apology and making party plans for tonight. Shifting her umbrella to her other hand, her eyes turned towards the worker as she came back from the lounge, and smiled at the man before asking if he wanted more. She relaxed as he let out a small laugh and smiled back. He asked for a green tea donut, before offering to pay for her as well. She turned to him and smiled friendly. “Hey thanks,” she turned to the employee and ordered a cinnamon vanilla coffee she had spotted on the menu, and a plain glazed donut, before turning to the man next to her. “What in the world is a green tea donut? Does it taste any good?” she laughed, a grin spreading across her face as the mischief appeared back in her eyes. She’d tried green tea before, and it honestly tastes like grass if you didn’t add anything to it. So she could only imagine what a green tea donut would taste like.


(urg this is so short and gross v.v)

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[ age: physically thirty-nine ] • [ gender: male-presenting ] • [ species: angel ] • [ assigned human: nadia ] • [ tags: nadia ]

indentThe healer visibly relaxed, his plan working without a hitch. He had been concerned that approaching and offering to pay for her order would come across as flirtatious, which is far from what he intended. After all, he was thousands of years older than her mentally. Even if that wasn't the case, his vessel had at least twenty years on hers, which would have also been less than appropriate. Besides, he did not view people in that way, not even his fellow angels. He didn't find romance very appealing and had no carnal urges that needed satisfying. While humans had a term for beings like him, Raphael didn't like to use labels. He smiled, taking note of her order in his mind. It would do him well to remember what she did and didn't like, just for future reference. It would hopefully make handling her a little easier in the long run. "I think it tastes delicious. Everyone else? Well, lets just say they're less than impressed." He stuck out his hand, chuckling with amusement. "The name's Raphael. You would be?" While friendly in attitude, the angel's appearance was a little on the shabby side. Unkempt black hair, stubble, an old leather jacket. He seemed to put as little effort into grooming himself as possible. It would have been hard to believe he was a school nurse, more or less an archangel.

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Amber Ollison
Species: Human
Assigned Angel: Roman
Location: Café
Tagged: Roman, Raphael

Amber studied the man carefully as he approached the counter, studying the confidence in his gait that at least kind of seemed to exist; in some ways, it was almost reassuring he seemed nearly as nervous as she was. She wondered if he was this nervous to meet all the employees, or just the ones like her that seemed to work religiously at least five days out of the week, which is quite a feat with her school's rigorous curriculum. An eyebrow arched at all the money he put in the tip jar, because the man most certainly had money if he was out here buying her tea and coming back with a muffin in hand as well.
She did notice he came back and sat closer, not enough she felt compelled to shrink away, but definitely close enough that she noticed. "Oh, thank you," She gingerly took the muffin in her hands, trying not to look too alarmed at his kindness. She picked at the top of the muffin, taking a small nibble of it as he offered her alternatives for the Friday crowd, not meaning to giggle softly at his proposal to close the bar earlier. "I mean they've had a bit to drink, and it's just starting the weekend so they're extra wild. They get handsy, and aren't good at taking directions, but that's just kind of part of the job, I guess," She shrugged, putting the muffin down in favor of cradling the cup of tea closer to her. "I mean, we could but it means less customers, since Friday is the most busy day. It's really not that bad; you get used to it," She assured him quickly, not wanting this man to inconvenience the entire bar over her complaints. That had always been a fear of hers: speaking about something, and having the whole situation shift no matter how serious the situation was. Certainly she'd been in worse.
His humor-or, well, what she interpreted as humor- was at the very least calming the violent beating of her heart in her ears. A Franken cocktail had to be one of the funniest things she'd heard all day, laughing into her mug with a small, light shake of her head. "Oh my goodness, that would be hysterical," She told him with a bright smile, until she realized he might've been serious. There was a brief look on her face that could be summed up in the words 'bartender's horror' like when someone ordered coconut rum in a bloody mary. Or when one fool orders beer, wine, and tequila all in one night. "Oh, no. We can't do that. We so, so can't do that," She told him with a very drastic shake of her head. "Add more cocktails, yeah. We all have some fun stuff we make just between each other once the night closes sometimes, so that could be cool to get some of those public," She addressed the positives first, at least. "But, um, mixing them? It would probably taste terrible, and everyone would get sick, like you can't put tequila and beer together, or like kiwi with sours-do you...drink?" Amber hoped that did not sound rude, grimacing to herself and shying back slightly, taking an apprehensive sip of her tea.

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xxxxxxRain could be heard on the rooftop of Noelle's apartment building. The tell-tale sounds of pitter-patter, splish-splash were the sound of raindrops making their way through the pipes from the sides of the building. She could hear everything clearly, as she had stupidly left her window open from last night, when she had been admiring the melody of a saxophone of a man from the next building over. He was playing some sort of jazzy tune, and usually played on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, when the streets were not as busy as they were in the daytime. No-one ever seemed to complain, as his music was always welcomed; probably due to its soothing nature. It had been a clear night, actually, so she figured that leaving her window open to the next morning would be just fine-- apparently not. She mumbled something incoherent at her decision, closing the window shut and using a pale yellow cloth that she had sitting on her wooden desk to wipe away the rain that had made its way into the interior. Thankfully, it wasn't a torrential downpour, so there wasn't that big of a mess to clean up-- just the window sill and a little underneath it.

xxxxxxIt was seven in the morning, and Noelle was a pretty early riser. She liked to go on morning runs to keep her body active, seeing as she was a dancer. She'd usually do some kind of yoga as well, in the morning or in the evening to keep her body relaxed and flexible. After her run, she'd have a well-balanced breakfast, and then head to the dance studio to do more exercise. As a ballet dancer, it was crucial for her to maintain her daily practices; otherwise, she'd be out of shape and find it difficult to dance as well as she normally did. Part of the reason why she was such a good dancer was because of her dedication to commit herself to her art. It was her main passion in life, and wanting to continue to be the best, and to even be a better version of her best, that kept her motivated day after day. It was this regimen that she maintained that allowed her to be the kind of ballet dancer that she was, and it was how she landed herself a spot in the prestigious New York City Ballet.

xxxxxxShe went to her bathroom to brush her teeth after cleaning up. She usually opted for a minty taste for her toothpaste, as any fruity flavours of toothpaste just reminded her of trips to the dentist and having to pick a choice of flouride. She then rinsed her face with some cold water; it made her feel more refreshed. The reflection that stared back at her was one with dark brown wavy hair, grey-brown eyes, and somewhat pale skin. She looked a little tired, but that was as per usual. Despite her tired look, she was wide awake. She was used to her schedule of activities, and she frankly wouldn't have it any other way. Getting dressed in a pair of black joggers, a white tank top, and a teal-coloured windbreaker, she tied her short hair up into a small ponytail before placing a red baseball cap on-top of her head to keep the rain off her hair. She slipped on a pair of white socks, then her teal-coloured runners that had probably seen better days, but did the job. Even though it was raining, that didn't stop her from going on her runs. To be honest, she did enjoy the rain, even if it made things messy. There was just something very comforting about the sound and the freshness that it brought to the city.

xxxxxxGrabbing her phone and earbuds, she set it to the playlist that she had for runs before plugging it into her ears and placing her phone in the kangaroo pouch that sat in the middle of her windbreaker. It was handy, to have a pocket there, so her phone wouldn't get wet. She could also put cards in there if she wished, seeing as it acted as a wallet of sorts (she usually chose to just use a fanny pack or a cute messenger bag, though, to carry her wallet and other such things when she wasn't running). With the playlist starting on "Something On Your Mind" by Karen Dalton, which was actually a great song for rainy days (as well as train rides), she grabbed her key to go lock up before she zipped it up inside of her pouch. She turned around, seeing that the hallway leading to the staircases were empty, as they usually were at such an early hour. Either people had already left to go to work, or they had the luxury or want to stay in a little longer. She went down the stairs, two at a time-- she could use the elevator, but didn't ride them unless she had to. She was on the seventh floor (out of fifteen), so it wasn't that big of a trek for her.

xxxxxxWhen she made it to the lobby, she greeted the doorman, whose name was Dave. He was a nice man, probably in his sixties or later. He'd been the doorman of this building long before she had moved in, and never said too much or too little. He was the perfect kind of conversationalist that never dug deeper than he needed to. From this, the two of them shared a sort of mutual respect for the other, and it brightened Noelle's day to see him every day as she left to and from the building. He opened the door for her, asking her if she was going on her daily run again, as he normally did. She nodded, giving him a small smile as she took out one of her earbuds. "Yes, I'll see you afterwards," she said, giving him a slight wave before exiting and placing the earbud back in her ear.

xxxxxxThe route that she took to go on runs almost never changed. She'd always pass 72 Street Station, Magnolia Bakery, find herself on Amsterdam Avenue, make a right to pass by Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music, then West End Avenue, Pick a Bagel, then she'd wrap back around to West 59th Street, back onto Amsterdam Avenue, then West 66th Street to head onto Broadway, where she'd go to W 70th Street to head back to Central Park West. It was a route that she enjoyed, and sometimes she'd see familiar faces who also did their runs on similar paths. She also just liked the smells of food that she'd get a whiff of, which would make her hungry by the time she made it back home. She could hear the rain through her earbuds, as it dripped from the sky and rooftops that then found its way onto her cap. She made sure to never turn her music too loud, so she could hear impending bikers and any people that might come along her path. The streets were busy always in New York, albeit some times were busier than others, so she did appreciate the fact that she had a little of time where people weren't shoving each other to get to the places that they needed to get to on her particular route. If anything, she could always change her route anytime she wished if there was too much going on where she was running.

xxxxxxAfter she completed her run, with little to no interference, she arrived back at her apartment, giving Dave another smile while catching her breath. "I'll see you again in a bit," she said, knowing that she was going to leave again after her shower to go to the dance studio. Dave smiled, knowing her routine as he gave her a nod. She walked up the stairs again, this time one step after another as she was a little tired. She was excited for her shower, as her little ponytail had gotten soaked, and she was feeling just the slightest bit of a chill. Changing out of her wet clothes would be good for her as well, so she'd be less susceptible to catching a cold. Once she got to her door, apartment number 707, she unlocked it with her key before leaving it hanging on the hook by her door, locking it behind her. She all but stripped her clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket, happy to not feel all wet and sticky from the rain. Quickly hopping into the shower, she let the warm water soothe her limbs as she scrubbed away with her lavender scented soap and shampoo, glad to rid herself of the sweat and stickiness that came from good runs.

xxxxxxAs soon as she finished her shower, she dried herself off and used the hairdryer to blow dry her hair. It was frizzy from the rain, but had calmed down now that she had had an opportunity to cleanse herself. Now that her hair was dry, it had gone back to its usual wavy self. She was lucky enough to have been graced with somewhat maintainable hair, which could be styled in any which way when she was doing performances. Although it wasn't long like her colleagues, it wasn't super short, so she could have mini types of things, such as mini braids or mini buns. It looked cute and elegant on her, thankfully enough, and it often went well with the leotards that she wore. Now that she was all clean, she put on a pair of black leggings, yellow rain boots, a yellow tank top, a brown cardigan, and striped socks. After dressing, she decided to put her hair into a little bun for her practice at the studio, so hair wouldn't get into her face.

xxxxxxAfter getting dressed, she entered her kitchen to toast an everything bagel, where she spread some low-fat cream cheese on it, complete with a sprinkle of lemon juice. It was a very simple breakfast; she usually ate a little more but she was eager to get to the studio. She also chose to eat a banana and have some orange juice, so she could have a little bit more substance in her. It would be bad if she passed out during her exercise. She ate quickly, but not too fast, as she didn't want to get hiccups. Washing down her food with her orange juice, she placed her banana peel in the compost and her dishes in the dishwasher before heading to the foyer. She then chose to wear her giant red jacket, with a massive hood, which, when paired with her rain boots made her look like the walking version of ketchup and mustard. Be that as it may, her clothes were comfy, so she didn't mind. She brought along her black umbrella, and her ballet bag, where she had pre-packed the things she needed for the studio the night before. In it were things like her leotard and her ballet shoes, as well as extra exercise material. She also decided to fill up her water bottle, and all but shoved it in her bag so she had less to carry in her hands.

xxxxxxNow that she had everything she needed, she grabbed her keys once again and placed them in her brown messenger bag that she had across her body. Locking the door behind her, she headed down the stairs once more to the lobby. She greeted Dave once more, telling him to have a good day before heading out, brandishing her umbrella. The rain hadn't stopped, but that was okay. She had her bag nestled around her right shoulder as she briskly walked to 72 Street Station, keen on getting her daily workout done to keep her body as nimble as it was. She was headed to Gibney Dance Choreographic Centre at 890 Broadway, where she rented out some studio space on her own. It was nice, and the space was big for her to practice in. She'd been going there for a few years now, and it was nice for her to just have a space where she could dance independently and focus on skills that she wanted to improve. It was also just a good space for her to get her workouts done, ranging from core to legs.

xxxxxxIt was about a twenty minute commute from her place to the studio, which gave her time to listen to more tunes. She thankfully had found a place to sit, so she all but squished her ballet bag to herself to make room for those who would come in to stand. She had taken transit or taxis since her time here in New York, opting to not have a car for the time being as it was semi-inconvenient to drive places in this busy city. She had to admit, though, that it'd be handy to travel to places faster, but as of right now, there was no need for her to have her own car. There was an ample amount of transit, and she could easily walk to places-- even to the New York City Ballet. It kept her active, she supposed. In time, though, she hoped to buy her own car, but perhaps when she wasn't right in the hustle and bustle of the city.

xxxxxxTwenty minutes later she had reached her destination, and she hurried to her studio space, eager to get started. Before she went ahead to practice some of her ballet routines, she took off her jacket and rainboots (putting them off to the side so they wouldn't dirty the floor), slipping into a pair of comfy shoes from her bag so she could do her daily regimen. Her hair had gotten a little ruffled up during her commute, so she re-tied it back into the neatest bun that she could. The mirrors that surrounded her could see that she was more than ready to begin as she plucked her small blue yoga mat from her bag. Laying it down on the ground, she started off with a rotating forearm plank with extension, which was something that helped to strengthen her core*. She completed her exercise while music played from her phone. The exercise itself lasted for a good while before she slipped out of her clothing again, this time to don her appropriate ballet gear. She was now dressed in a pale pink leotard, pink tights, and pink ballet shoes. From here, she started at the barre to do her appropriate stretches, and included things such as ron de jambe and a tendu**. After the barre, she moved into the centre of the room for some centre work, then some steps that allowed her to slide into her adagio. Her morning continued as thus, where she ended with an allegro**. The whole time, her ballet music was playing in the background to help accompany her. Even though some moves might've been perceived as back-to-the-basics, it was the basics that gave Noelle the tools she needed to be successful on stage. If she only rehearsed hard jumps and moves, then she'd never be able to recognize that they all stemmed from the basics. This was why it was so important for her to practice everything, as much as she could.

xxxxxxHer practice was finally complete, and she laid on the ground for a little before getting up, letting her hair loose as she changed back into her outdoor clothes. She put everything back into her bag, and took a swig of her water, almost downing the whole thing. She had needed the water, as she had done a lot of exercise this morning. Grabbing everything that she needed before putting her bottle back into her bag, she thanked the receptionist at the front of the building before exiting, figuring that she was ready for some lunch before doing some other activities. She didn't mind carrying the bag with her; she was quite used to it and it really wasn't that heavy.

* routine regimen outline guided by Inside NYCB's New Full-Body Workout: Vogue, Regensdorf
** ballet best practices from The Basic Structure of a Ballet Class, Bedinghaus

(( omg. the names of the cats. Goose and Bagel. i love it LOL
Sorry for being late to write; I hope that this Post is okay!! ))

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indentariel smiled at his small joke, watching as he bent down to pet the dog again. admittedly, it was endearing seeing how he interacted with thunder but honestly, ariel liked seeing humans in general act genial towards pets. she knew that despite how some animals are treated here on earth, a lot of humans do care for them - in general - and a lot of them treat their pets well. if ariel could, she'd probably take home all the strays in the city. she wasn't here to take care of animals, though, even though that was her main focus back in heaven. she was here because, well, she got the boot but she was also here to help her charge. whoever that was. who she needed to find. she was aware that she had limited time but honestly, if she does help her human - be it however that may go - what happens next? does she go back to heaven? would she get her wings back with no questions asked? would she be given her former position again or would she be somewhere else? she had a whole lot of questions that she won't be getting any answers to.
indentshe looked up at the sky when he mentioned the weather, although she instantly winced when she was greeted by bright sunlight. "it is lovely outside," she mused. "or at-least, now it is. i don't think i can stand another day of rain." it'll most definitely rain again within the coming days, she was sure. the clouds had gone away, allowing morning sunlight to shine over new york city. there was no more rain but there was still a slight chill in the air. typical. at-least the sun was out, she had begun growing irritable with the cloudiness. there was only so much bad weather one could take. she'd much rather be on a tropical island right now by the ocean.
indenther attention returned to the man when he introduced himself. milo. hmph, it was a befitting name. honestly, she had no idea why she always thought that whenever someone introduced themselves to her. she was way too analytical, always thinking to herself how a human's name always seems to fit them. at this point, she was tired of thinking such deep thoughts even though she doubted she'd be able to stop. nevertheless, she smiled lightly. "it's nice to meet you, too." and it was. so far, she's deemed him quite friendly and she didn't mind his presence. of course, she was still overall cautious but he seemed to be rather kindly and she found herself liking his company thus far. despite her general distrust of the human race, she was probably on the edge of the spectrum of the most benevolent when it comes to the rest of the angels. her suspicion did not necessarily equate to hostility. she knew not all humans are bad and her grief over what she has witnessed the past few centuries tended to cloud over reason sometimes. it was just difficult to get over it; she was slowly working on it.
indentariel did not mind when he reached for his phone. she's noticed that humans seem to depend a lot on their phones and other technology to live. ariel herself had a phone - apparently, you need one to be able to work - but she rarely used it and honestly, she wasn't even sure how it worked. there was much more to it than she initially thought. thunder had come to move beside her, now standing up and staring at the street next to them. they were on the very edge of central park, near the road that made up the roadway known as central park west. ariel lived not too far from central park in one of the more prestigious neighborhoods. she lived with a roommate, a young woman named cynthia who worked at the same animal hospital as ariel all while attending college. oftentimes, many seemed surprised she lived so close to central park and apparently, there's something called the cost of living where areas with significant attractions and history tend to be more expensive to live near. ariel herself could not possibly afford it but her roommate can, as her father seemed to be quite wealthy. ariel had her doubts about the upper class for sure, but cynthia seemed harmless enough and ariel had no idea what her father did for a living. still, she liked the girl and she had been grateful when she offered ariel to room with her when ariel first started working at her job. sadly, cynthia was not someone who ariel could really help. while her roommate was a kind woman, her life seemed to be led by the promises of empty partying, relationships and brief fun that would lead her down a dark road in the future. she didn't seem to want any advice or aid and oftentimes, when ariel was going to sleep at night, she'd hear her leaving the apartment to go out and have fun. ariel knew that sometimes, you can't help someone unless they want to help themselves but to have that gut feeling that they might end up in a dark place later in life was something that ate her away.
indentshe was rather surprised when she heard his offer about tagging along with him to get coffee, even if she did not show it. well... it wouldn't hurt, would it? she didn't seem to realize he had moved a bit closer, much oblivious to such as he was. milo seemed to be a rather friendly man and, admittedly, ariel would like to have some company. why couldn't it be this easy to find her charge? well, maybe she'd run into them if she went to get coffee. new yorkers seem to like their coffee shops. not to mention, maybe she could get to know milo a little bit better. it wouldn't hurt to do so and she'd like to get to know him a bit more. she was always so curious of humans and their backstories and backgrounds, as all of them seem to be unique as it is. "oh yes, i'd love that, actually; coffee would be great right now," she consented agreeably with a warm smile. maybe she could get something to eat, too, she was kind of hungry. a donut, maybe? she was in the mood for a donut or two.
indent"i, uh, will probably have to drop thunder off at home since i don't think he'll be allowed inside a coffee shop, if that's okay with you. i live practically right down the street," she said sheepishly, motioning with her free hand down the road. perks of living with cynthia, she didn't have to walk very far. not that she could really drive. she didn't have a car and had to resort to getting some other sort of identification to work since she did not have a license. she couldn't drive at all; trusting her behind the wheel of a car would most definitely end up with her mowing down whoever is unlucky enough to be in her path. anyways, she didn't think thunder would be allowed inside a coffee shop because, well, dogs who aren't service animals don't get that luxury. if it's an outside coffee shop, she supposed that would be different but she wasn't quite sure if there are any around this area. maybe there were; they were in central park, after all and there's probably hundreds of businesses and residencies lining the streets on all four sides. she squeaked in surprise when thunder suddenly yanked her forward, the dog having a sudden burst of energy as he grabbed his tennis ball he left in the grass since he seemed to realize he was about to leave it behind on accident. he turned his head to give them both a look.

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→ location ✘ cafe | assigned human ✘ amber | tagged ✘ amber | form ✘ here!
in mere seconds, roman went from confident in his human-swindling abilities to blushing furiously at his inadvertent joke. "h-heh, y-yeah..." he mumbled, turning ever-so slightly away from amber as he tried to will his face to stop flushing from embarrassment. damned mortal body!! with a sheepish grin, he turned his back to her, pretending to clear his throat while he quickly fanned himself with one hand. after a quick breath, he turned back to face her, feeling a touch better, but still overall like an idiot. but he had faked his way through human life so far and could certainly make it past this awkward encounter. right? right??

"okay, the cat's outta the sack or whatever," he began, channeling what confidence he had left to join the joke rather than shrivel away into nothing from the embarrassment, "uh, no, i actually don't drink." he nearly winced at the sentence ── he definitely wasn't lying, but what good is a bar manager if they can't even vouch for their own merchandise? it was only a matter of time before amber questioned the same thing. before he could say something even dumber, ie: why don't we just serve the cleaning products in a glass and pretend it's alcohol? they taste the same anyway, amirite, he offered a small smile and reached for his neglected coffee (the one that was for sure growing colder and maybe even sweeter by the second, yuck), suddenly self-conscious and hyperaware of his hands idling awkwardly in his lap. maybe if he had something to distract his physical body, his mind could focus on sounding less like a toddler that learned to speak two days ago. "hopefully i'm not putting you on the spot──well, i am. but, uh. i propose we head in a little early before tonight's rush and you can help me learn why we don't mix beer and, uh, taliqua together." his brows furrowed at the sound of such apprehension in his voice, but he was just starting to feel like this assignment was going to be a breeze, then bam! actual work appeared.

as he fiddled with the rim of his coffee cup, rome huffed out a sigh and rolled his eyes to himself. there were so many more questions floating around in his head, and at the risk of sounding even more like a teenager-who-faked-his-ID-to-get-into-a-bar-only-to-get-caught-because-he-raised-his-hand-to-order-a-drink-like-he-was-in-algebra-class, he figured he might as well get a few of them out now and avoid bombarding poor amber all at once later: "so, we don't want to get people sick? i thought that was the point of alcohol?"