Not everyone appreciates caffeine after dark. In fact, the little cafe is completely dead after 9pm, so why are they even here working a night shift alone every night? The sweet treats on display are stale by morning, and no one in their right mind wants a trendy seasonal coffee when they're asleep! Either way, they're paid to just keep the store open and tend to it, so they put up with it. One particularly cold night, the door finally opens and who, -no, what - walks in might change their opinion of a late-night coffee shop.
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AnacondaMiracle
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ValkoinenLeuka
(I can start us off, or would you rather I post my character here first?)
Not everyone appreciates caffeine after dark. In fact, the little cafe is completely dead after 9pm, so why are they even here working a night shift alone every night? The sweet treats on display are stale by morning, and no one in their right mind wants a trendy seasonal coffee when they're asleep! Either way, they're paid to just keep the store open and tend to it, so they put up with it. One particularly cold night, the door finally opens and who, -no, what - walks in might change their opinion of a late-night coffee shop.
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AnacondaMiracle
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ValkoinenLeuka
(I can start us off, or would you rather I post my character here first?)
(Subbed! If you want to post your character, feel free, but it's not needed! ^-^ )
(Subbed! If you want to post your character, feel free, but it's not needed! ^-^ )
Mika Cyence - 26
Mika stands about 5'6" with dark freckled skin and shoulder-length dark hair. Outside of work, he typically wears simple, light clothing. Though at work, he follows uniform protocol with a heavy cotton collared shirt, black pants, and a blue apron with his name tag visible. He tends to keep his hair tied back or braided when he's at the cafe. He wears frameless glasses to help with near-sightedness.
Mika is typically quiet and keeps to himself. He puts forward a friendly face to customers, no matter how rude or demanding they seem to be. He's a patient man, though he will become nervous and default someone to a manager when someone starts raising their voice.
(Forgive the poor description, there's a lot of audio going on and its hard to focus writing. But here's a drawing :D)
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Mika Cyence - 26
Mika stands about 5'6" with dark freckled skin and shoulder-length dark hair. Outside of work, he typically wears simple, light clothing. Though at work, he follows uniform protocol with a heavy cotton collared shirt, black pants, and a blue apron with his name tag visible. He tends to keep his hair tied back or braided when he's at the cafe. He wears frameless glasses to help with near-sightedness.
Mika is typically quiet and keeps to himself. He puts forward a friendly face to customers, no matter how rude or demanding they seem to be. He's a patient man, though he will become nervous and default someone to a manager when someone starts raising their voice.
(Forgive the poor description, there's a lot of audio going on and its hard to focus writing. But here's a drawing :D)
Alright! I look forward to seeing(meeting?) him!
Alright! I look forward to seeing(meeting?) him!
Mika had been on shift since about seven that evening. He'd been able to help with the sparse crowd that usually gathered as people out and about decided to stop for a snack or hot chocolate before they went home for the night. A few when to graveyard shifts at their own jobs, and stopped in for something actually caffeinated, though they always stopped visiting by ten.
At nine, the rest of the staff went home. Just Mika was left, until the morning shift came in at six the next day. He worked rather long hours most night, and he worked by himself since everyone else usually left by nine. Once one of the other employees had offered to stay with him, but she'd only managed to stay on her feet until about midnight before she had to go home and rest. No one else ever seemed to get the late shift, either, it had only been Mika.
That being said, at least no one got after him for leaning against the counter or being on his phone. There were never any customers to complain about it, and thought the security cameras clearly recorded it, none of the managers seemed to care enough to say anything. He'd taken his phone out of his pocket again as he felt it buzz in response to a text message. As he unlocked the phone to respond to the text, the screen informed him it was nearly two in the morning. Just another four hours and he could go home and sleep.
As he finished his text and put the phone back in his pocket, he looked up to see small flecks of movement outside the large cafe windows. The little shop was positioned on the corner, and two of the four walls were mostly windows to let in a lot of natural light in the day, but there was only one streetlight in view from here, and it never seemed to work functionally. At night, this part of the road was mostly lit up by the cafe lights. He had to walk around the counter to see the movement clearly before he realized it was snow. A light snow had set in, the first real snowfall of the year. He doubted it would actually stick, but that had to mean it had gotten very cold tonight. Usually the first snow wasn't expected for another week or two.
Mika sighed a little at that, knowing he'd have to walk home at the end of his shift. He didn't live far, but he hadn't brought a coat thick enough for snow. Maybe it would warm up before morning? He could only hope as much.
Mika had been on shift since about seven that evening. He'd been able to help with the sparse crowd that usually gathered as people out and about decided to stop for a snack or hot chocolate before they went home for the night. A few when to graveyard shifts at their own jobs, and stopped in for something actually caffeinated, though they always stopped visiting by ten.
At nine, the rest of the staff went home. Just Mika was left, until the morning shift came in at six the next day. He worked rather long hours most night, and he worked by himself since everyone else usually left by nine. Once one of the other employees had offered to stay with him, but she'd only managed to stay on her feet until about midnight before she had to go home and rest. No one else ever seemed to get the late shift, either, it had only been Mika.
That being said, at least no one got after him for leaning against the counter or being on his phone. There were never any customers to complain about it, and thought the security cameras clearly recorded it, none of the managers seemed to care enough to say anything. He'd taken his phone out of his pocket again as he felt it buzz in response to a text message. As he unlocked the phone to respond to the text, the screen informed him it was nearly two in the morning. Just another four hours and he could go home and sleep.
As he finished his text and put the phone back in his pocket, he looked up to see small flecks of movement outside the large cafe windows. The little shop was positioned on the corner, and two of the four walls were mostly windows to let in a lot of natural light in the day, but there was only one streetlight in view from here, and it never seemed to work functionally. At night, this part of the road was mostly lit up by the cafe lights. He had to walk around the counter to see the movement clearly before he realized it was snow. A light snow had set in, the first real snowfall of the year. He doubted it would actually stick, but that had to mean it had gotten very cold tonight. Usually the first snow wasn't expected for another week or two.
Mika sighed a little at that, knowing he'd have to walk home at the end of his shift. He didn't live far, but he hadn't brought a coat thick enough for snow. Maybe it would warm up before morning? He could only hope as much.
(I love him already. And no worries on a poorish description at that point in time, it happens sometimes! Can't say I relate with too much audio to think, though. Since noise actually helps me think and get things down :\)
Shivering a fair bit, despite being tightly wrapped up in a cloak that hid him very near to entirely, Luan had to admit that cold weather outside of a desert wasn't his favorite. Not by a long shot. Since at least in the desert the sand would sometimes still be warm against his scaled feet. But not here. The grey concrete and darker grey-black asphalt was cold and hard, even if he'd been in the city awhile now, he wasn't quite used to it yet. He missed home already.
Not that he could go back, of course. That was kinda out of the question after a certain... Incident... Involving actual government officials. He was forced to flee and had been on the run for... Well, honestly Luan wasn't sure when he left. He'd mostly traveled by night and hid in the day, which made it hard to tell how much time had passed.
The mostly completely dark street he found himself turning down was his idea of inviting, places to hide and such. Hey, if he was lucky he'd find a dark corner somewhere to curl up for when day came. His only problem was getting across the lights from the cafe building. Well, actually, he didn't know it was a cafe. He couldn't exactly read the sign/letters on the building. Sure, Luan could read. Just... Not English. Not yet, anyway. He could kinda speak it and understood it all perfectly. Reading it was just a bit more of a problem for him.
He crept up to the edge of the light, continuing to shiver, and hesitated, chancing a glance inside the windows. He'd expected it to be pretty busy and was fairly surprised to find only one person inside. And that made him hesitate all the more. For if only one person was inside, what was the harm of going in to get a bit warm? Not like he had to really interact with the other person, right? Well, he hoped so anyway.
It took him several more moments of internally debating on going inside or not for him to finally briskly walk into the light of the cafe. He paused at the door for all of a moment before reaching out, making sure to keep his hand covered by the cloak, and pushing/pulling open the door and slipping inside. Likely having to duck due to his 7'3" height. He didn't look at Mika as he made his way to one of the tables and sat down, still shivering.
(I love him already. And no worries on a poorish description at that point in time, it happens sometimes! Can't say I relate with too much audio to think, though. Since noise actually helps me think and get things down :\)
Shivering a fair bit, despite being tightly wrapped up in a cloak that hid him very near to entirely, Luan had to admit that cold weather outside of a desert wasn't his favorite. Not by a long shot. Since at least in the desert the sand would sometimes still be warm against his scaled feet. But not here. The grey concrete and darker grey-black asphalt was cold and hard, even if he'd been in the city awhile now, he wasn't quite used to it yet. He missed home already.
Not that he could go back, of course. That was kinda out of the question after a certain... Incident... Involving actual government officials. He was forced to flee and had been on the run for... Well, honestly Luan wasn't sure when he left. He'd mostly traveled by night and hid in the day, which made it hard to tell how much time had passed.
The mostly completely dark street he found himself turning down was his idea of inviting, places to hide and such. Hey, if he was lucky he'd find a dark corner somewhere to curl up for when day came. His only problem was getting across the lights from the cafe building. Well, actually, he didn't know it was a cafe. He couldn't exactly read the sign/letters on the building. Sure, Luan could read. Just... Not English. Not yet, anyway. He could kinda speak it and understood it all perfectly. Reading it was just a bit more of a problem for him.
He crept up to the edge of the light, continuing to shiver, and hesitated, chancing a glance inside the windows. He'd expected it to be pretty busy and was fairly surprised to find only one person inside. And that made him hesitate all the more. For if only one person was inside, what was the harm of going in to get a bit warm? Not like he had to really interact with the other person, right? Well, he hoped so anyway.
It took him several more moments of internally debating on going inside or not for him to finally briskly walk into the light of the cafe. He paused at the door for all of a moment before reaching out, making sure to keep his hand covered by the cloak, and pushing/pulling open the door and slipping inside. Likely having to duck due to his 7'3" height. He didn't look at Mika as he made his way to one of the tables and sat down, still shivering.
Mika had finished reassembling one of the little machines the day staff used for making cappachinos after cleaning it. Typically since no one came in to the cafe at night, he was in charge of a lot of the more tedious cleaning tasks. Since it gave him something to do during the long, boring hours, he didn’t mind much.
The last part of the machine clicked into place and he heard the soft bell over the door chime as someone walked in. He remembered he’d checked his phone before he’d stared cleaning this thing, and it was two in the morning. Who wanted a coffee at two in the morning? Regardless of his thoughts, he put on a smile and turned back toward the cafe floor to find no one had actually come up to the counter.
No, instead the very tall guest had gone to one of the tables and settled himself in. Mika had never actually seen a real person wearing a cloak before, and it looked incredibly strange. Though maybe the stranger’s height was partly to blame for that? He almost thought his glasses were smuggled or sliding when he saw the slight movement under the cloak, but holding them still, he realized the person who’d come in was shaking pretty badly.
The cloak didn’t actually look like it was that thick or geared for winter, or at least a cold autumn night. Why had this person been out and about so late in clothing that wasn’t going to keep them warm?
Thinking back, there had been some things about the job that didn’t make a lot of sense when he was hired, and even now it was a little odd. The cafe owner had specifically told him that if someone came in after midnight and didn’t buy anything, he was to watch them for ten minutes. If they made no motion to buy anything or interact with him, he was supposed to engage.
The little snacks were thrown out by the morning crew anyway, and the tea and coffee wouldn’t taste the same if it sat for so many hours, so it was usually to late to salvage it after his shift. He was supposed to take them something, but he wasn’t supposed to pry. Ask no questions, shake no hands, offer no names. Strange instructions being that his name was written on his name tag, pinned in easy sight for any guest with a complaint.
He picked up one of the small mugs, filled it with a one of the hot teas his boss had cleared for him to use in a situation like this, and he pulled one of the little danishes from the display. He set a few packets of sugar on the side of the plant since the tea was unsweetened and he picked the plate and mug up in either hand before he began walking to the stranger’s table.
He set the drink and snack down, offering a smile. "Courtesy of the owner." He told them. He hadn't really waited for that ten minute mark, but the man had been shaking pretty hard. Something warm seemed better sooner than later.
Mika had finished reassembling one of the little machines the day staff used for making cappachinos after cleaning it. Typically since no one came in to the cafe at night, he was in charge of a lot of the more tedious cleaning tasks. Since it gave him something to do during the long, boring hours, he didn’t mind much.
The last part of the machine clicked into place and he heard the soft bell over the door chime as someone walked in. He remembered he’d checked his phone before he’d stared cleaning this thing, and it was two in the morning. Who wanted a coffee at two in the morning? Regardless of his thoughts, he put on a smile and turned back toward the cafe floor to find no one had actually come up to the counter.
No, instead the very tall guest had gone to one of the tables and settled himself in. Mika had never actually seen a real person wearing a cloak before, and it looked incredibly strange. Though maybe the stranger’s height was partly to blame for that? He almost thought his glasses were smuggled or sliding when he saw the slight movement under the cloak, but holding them still, he realized the person who’d come in was shaking pretty badly.
The cloak didn’t actually look like it was that thick or geared for winter, or at least a cold autumn night. Why had this person been out and about so late in clothing that wasn’t going to keep them warm?
Thinking back, there had been some things about the job that didn’t make a lot of sense when he was hired, and even now it was a little odd. The cafe owner had specifically told him that if someone came in after midnight and didn’t buy anything, he was to watch them for ten minutes. If they made no motion to buy anything or interact with him, he was supposed to engage.
The little snacks were thrown out by the morning crew anyway, and the tea and coffee wouldn’t taste the same if it sat for so many hours, so it was usually to late to salvage it after his shift. He was supposed to take them something, but he wasn’t supposed to pry. Ask no questions, shake no hands, offer no names. Strange instructions being that his name was written on his name tag, pinned in easy sight for any guest with a complaint.
He picked up one of the small mugs, filled it with a one of the hot teas his boss had cleared for him to use in a situation like this, and he pulled one of the little danishes from the display. He set a few packets of sugar on the side of the plant since the tea was unsweetened and he picked the plate and mug up in either hand before he began walking to the stranger’s table.
He set the drink and snack down, offering a smile. "Courtesy of the owner." He told them. He hadn't really waited for that ten minute mark, but the man had been shaking pretty hard. Something warm seemed better sooner than later.
(I didn't mention his skin color in the bit of info I gave on him. Oops ._.)
Once he was seated, Luan started thinking about what he was going to do when the place got busy or when people in general were waking up around the city. He could leave after getting warm, and find a place to hide for the day before anyone else was up. Or he could wait for the sun and risk being seen... Neither of which he really wanted to do, honestly. He could just get up and leave now, as well. Though the person who worked here would likely ask questions... Or be curious enough to follow him... He could chance his luck with trying to explain his situation, that'd come with exposing his scales, horns and tail, though... Hmm...
He was so lost in those thoughts that he nearly jumped out of his skin, and scales, when the other male walked over and set the tea and plate down. He didn't make a sound, aside from the slight scraping of the chair legs on the floor, though. Which was probably best. His hood slipped a little at the action, showing off the paleish-light tan skin of his face. The bare ends of his scales and horns were shown along with amber-yellow eyes before he pulled his hood back over enough to cover his face entirely again.
He carefully pulled the two items over and then lightly sniffed the steam coming from the tea before shifting and looking up at Mika. His head titled to the side ever so slightly, though not much aside from his lips and chin could be seen of him with the way he was wearing the cloak.
An odd mental click would've gone through Mika's head, almost as though someone turned something on that had been off before. Thank you. the mental voice wouldn't've been his own and it was complimented with the feelings of gratitude and wariness. Neither of which would've belonged to Mika himself.
The odd mental clicked happened again, and Luan turned to the cup and plate. Though he mostly ignored the food as he covered his hands in the fabric of the cloak and then took the mug, lightly blowing on it before taking a sip. He paused, then took a bit of a larger one. Shivers dying down thanks to the tea being hot. Strangely enough, the odd person didn't seem to care about his tongue likely getting burned. Or was he just that cold?
(Edit: Also, only two rp responses from both of us and I already feel like it's gone on for around three pages? Or is that just my anticipation about using Luan more getting to me?
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Ehh... Yeah, actually probably just that... My bad...)
(I didn't mention his skin color in the bit of info I gave on him. Oops ._.)
Once he was seated, Luan started thinking about what he was going to do when the place got busy or when people in general were waking up around the city. He could leave after getting warm, and find a place to hide for the day before anyone else was up. Or he could wait for the sun and risk being seen... Neither of which he really wanted to do, honestly. He could just get up and leave now, as well. Though the person who worked here would likely ask questions... Or be curious enough to follow him... He could chance his luck with trying to explain his situation, that'd come with exposing his scales, horns and tail, though... Hmm...
He was so lost in those thoughts that he nearly jumped out of his skin, and scales, when the other male walked over and set the tea and plate down. He didn't make a sound, aside from the slight scraping of the chair legs on the floor, though. Which was probably best. His hood slipped a little at the action, showing off the paleish-light tan skin of his face. The bare ends of his scales and horns were shown along with amber-yellow eyes before he pulled his hood back over enough to cover his face entirely again.
He carefully pulled the two items over and then lightly sniffed the steam coming from the tea before shifting and looking up at Mika. His head titled to the side ever so slightly, though not much aside from his lips and chin could be seen of him with the way he was wearing the cloak.
An odd mental click would've gone through Mika's head, almost as though someone turned something on that had been off before. Thank you. the mental voice wouldn't've been his own and it was complimented with the feelings of gratitude and wariness. Neither of which would've belonged to Mika himself.
The odd mental clicked happened again, and Luan turned to the cup and plate. Though he mostly ignored the food as he covered his hands in the fabric of the cloak and then took the mug, lightly blowing on it before taking a sip. He paused, then took a bit of a larger one. Shivers dying down thanks to the tea being hot. Strangely enough, the odd person didn't seem to care about his tongue likely getting burned. Or was he just that cold?
(Edit: Also, only two rp responses from both of us and I already feel like it's gone on for around three pages? Or is that just my anticipation about using Luan more getting to me?
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Ehh... Yeah, actually probably just that... My bad...)
(Its all good. If he’s super well hidden, it probably wouldn’t even be noticeable. And no worries about length, there’s a lot to each post when you’re doing minimal interaction.)
Mika had been paying more attention to not spilling the stranger’s drink on the table. He hadn’t noticed the strange scale formations on the stranger, but a strange color had only just caught his attention as the stranger fixed his hood. He hadn’t gotten to see what that amber-yellow color was, but he assumed it was just jewelry or maybe a poorly-chosen face tattoo. Either way, he didn’t think he needed to worry too much over it.
The sudden click he felt confused him for a second though. He couldn’t place the feeling at all, and he’d started to back up from the stranger’s table when he heard a voice clear as day speak to him. He’d started to reply with a courteous ‘you’re welcome’, but he stopped as he realized he was speaking his answer. What he’d heard hadn’t been out loud.
At least, he didn’t think so. He had no way of proving it wasn’t a verbal thank you. He hadn’t been looking at the stranger at all, he couldn’t say whether his mouth had moved or not. But his response didn’t feel the same. The feelings that followed it were equally confusing, and the most Mika could think to do was to start walking again.
There had always been a secure feeling about being behind the counter. Customers weren’t allowed back there, so whenever someone got upset about getting the wrong order, or they were unhappy with whatever they had, the counter had been the protective wall that they couldn’t cross. That was where Mika retreated to now.
It wasn’t to say the stranger scared him, but the strange feeling that clearly wasn’t his, and the ambiguous thanks made him a little nervous. He doubted the stranger minded. With his cloak and hood hiding himself and his quiet demeanor, Mika doubted the man was here to be social.
He started to return to wiping down the counter and cleaning up in preparation for the morning team. He could do this at any hour, but he’d rather at least look a little busy with a customer in the store. He only glanced up a few times to check the man was still there and he hadn’t just thought someone had entered the store. Of course, there he was, hidden by his cloak and tucking into his mug of tea. At least he didn’t seem to be shaking as much.
(Its all good. If he’s super well hidden, it probably wouldn’t even be noticeable. And no worries about length, there’s a lot to each post when you’re doing minimal interaction.)
Mika had been paying more attention to not spilling the stranger’s drink on the table. He hadn’t noticed the strange scale formations on the stranger, but a strange color had only just caught his attention as the stranger fixed his hood. He hadn’t gotten to see what that amber-yellow color was, but he assumed it was just jewelry or maybe a poorly-chosen face tattoo. Either way, he didn’t think he needed to worry too much over it.
The sudden click he felt confused him for a second though. He couldn’t place the feeling at all, and he’d started to back up from the stranger’s table when he heard a voice clear as day speak to him. He’d started to reply with a courteous ‘you’re welcome’, but he stopped as he realized he was speaking his answer. What he’d heard hadn’t been out loud.
At least, he didn’t think so. He had no way of proving it wasn’t a verbal thank you. He hadn’t been looking at the stranger at all, he couldn’t say whether his mouth had moved or not. But his response didn’t feel the same. The feelings that followed it were equally confusing, and the most Mika could think to do was to start walking again.
There had always been a secure feeling about being behind the counter. Customers weren’t allowed back there, so whenever someone got upset about getting the wrong order, or they were unhappy with whatever they had, the counter had been the protective wall that they couldn’t cross. That was where Mika retreated to now.
It wasn’t to say the stranger scared him, but the strange feeling that clearly wasn’t his, and the ambiguous thanks made him a little nervous. He doubted the stranger minded. With his cloak and hood hiding himself and his quiet demeanor, Mika doubted the man was here to be social.
He started to return to wiping down the counter and cleaning up in preparation for the morning team. He could do this at any hour, but he’d rather at least look a little busy with a customer in the store. He only glanced up a few times to check the man was still there and he hadn’t just thought someone had entered the store. Of course, there he was, hidden by his cloak and tucking into his mug of tea. At least he didn’t seem to be shaking as much.
(True, true. But for future reference I like having stuff like that down. And yeah, that's true too! Which is kinda newish for me, since I typically don't do a whole lot of detail and such when rping. That, or I do and end up getting burned out of the rp in general after awhile. ... Or I just take forever to reply. *quietly pushes the two Wings of Fire rps I'm doin' with another person on here under a rug and hopes no one noticed* And most of the time I honestly just forget to do more minor details/thoughts/feelings/etc. etc. I'm hoping that none of those happen with this one, though!)
Luan kept a watch on Mika, despite his continued action of drinking the tea, thankful that his hood hid where his gaze was. After deeming him not a threat to himself at the current time, however, he relaxed a little and actually took in the details of the cafe-esk place. Carefully, and as quietly as possible, setting the now half empty mug on the table.
The small size and large windows did wonders to help make him feel more secure about staying here a few hours. If something awful happened and he needed a quick escape, and if for some reason the door was blocked, he knew he was protected enough to just outright jump out a window. Even if it'd likely be strange to any other people there.
He looked down at the treat that had been set down in front of him along with the mug. It looked safe to eat... He glanced over at the other male in the room before lightly pulling back a bit of the cloak. It was a risk, exposing a bit of his scaled arm and hand to the air like this. But he was curious and a bit hungry so it was a risk he was willing to take.
Once in the light, the scales glittered like gemstones and scattered small prisms of color across the table and wall nearest to him. He grabbed the danish lightly and then raised it to his face. He took a sniff before biting into it, letting out a cheerful sounding hum at the taste that he didn't even really notice doing. Regardless of if it ended up drawing the other's gaze.
He ate it a bit slowly, not wanting to give himself hiccups or end up choaking on it, and ended up with the mug in his other hand, now also exposed to light and similarly glittering and sending rainbows across the table and wall nearest to him, taking sips of it between bites.
When he finally noticed that his scales were in full view, he mentally cursed the cozy and safe atmosphere of the coffee shop let off in his eyes. And not to mention he cursed himself for dropping his guard over food, of all things. He made a mental note to be far, far, far more careful in the future and merely waited for the torrent of questions that he knew would likely come.
(True, true. But for future reference I like having stuff like that down. And yeah, that's true too! Which is kinda newish for me, since I typically don't do a whole lot of detail and such when rping. That, or I do and end up getting burned out of the rp in general after awhile. ... Or I just take forever to reply. *quietly pushes the two Wings of Fire rps I'm doin' with another person on here under a rug and hopes no one noticed* And most of the time I honestly just forget to do more minor details/thoughts/feelings/etc. etc. I'm hoping that none of those happen with this one, though!)
Luan kept a watch on Mika, despite his continued action of drinking the tea, thankful that his hood hid where his gaze was. After deeming him not a threat to himself at the current time, however, he relaxed a little and actually took in the details of the cafe-esk place. Carefully, and as quietly as possible, setting the now half empty mug on the table.
The small size and large windows did wonders to help make him feel more secure about staying here a few hours. If something awful happened and he needed a quick escape, and if for some reason the door was blocked, he knew he was protected enough to just outright jump out a window. Even if it'd likely be strange to any other people there.
He looked down at the treat that had been set down in front of him along with the mug. It looked safe to eat... He glanced over at the other male in the room before lightly pulling back a bit of the cloak. It was a risk, exposing a bit of his scaled arm and hand to the air like this. But he was curious and a bit hungry so it was a risk he was willing to take.
Once in the light, the scales glittered like gemstones and scattered small prisms of color across the table and wall nearest to him. He grabbed the danish lightly and then raised it to his face. He took a sniff before biting into it, letting out a cheerful sounding hum at the taste that he didn't even really notice doing. Regardless of if it ended up drawing the other's gaze.
He ate it a bit slowly, not wanting to give himself hiccups or end up choaking on it, and ended up with the mug in his other hand, now also exposed to light and similarly glittering and sending rainbows across the table and wall nearest to him, taking sips of it between bites.
When he finally noticed that his scales were in full view, he mentally cursed the cozy and safe atmosphere of the coffee shop let off in his eyes. And not to mention he cursed himself for dropping his guard over food, of all things. He made a mental note to be far, far, far more careful in the future and merely waited for the torrent of questions that he knew would likely come.
