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[Makie has been feeling restless lately. Usually content to live her days out in obscurity, she finds herself going out of her way to sit and people-watch more and more. It's still much the same thing. She's just...being obscure in company that doesn't notice. Yes. Or something.

If she were honest with herself, she'd know she was looking for someone in particular. She's been thinking of similarities lately. It's a nostalgia and a hurt, deep inside, knowing she will never go back to the person she truly loves. If this is her life now, here in Luceti...surely it's all right to move on and consider another? Even if the similarities she noted are stretched thin by further meetings...

But Makie is rarely honest. So she fidgets and is restless, and today after work at the restaurant, she breaks from usual routine to go shopping. The clothing store, trying on different outfits that aren't as traditional as her normal kimono. She remembers wearing jeans fondly in her other life. She ends up going home with a pair today. (She may never wear them, but hey. You never know.)

She goes to the item store for a more serious look at any hair ornaments she can find, and finds herself faintly regretting she ever cut her hair short. That one last memory, of fingers gently letting her hair down in the moonlight on the bridge. Only the more she thinks about it, the more the faintly disapproving face of her memories is replaced by another.

She goes to the teahouse to try and calm the unsettled feeling to her nerves, and ends up staring into space for a long time, unless interrupted by passers by.

She doesn't visit the battle dome at all, for once. Instead, once she's done at the tea house, she explores the village, hoping for a glimpse of someone in particular. It's...not unusual. She just enjoys the company of someone so intelligent. That's all it is.

There is nothing wrong here whatsoever.]

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[The teahouse is where Shuda will spot Makie from a couple of tables over. He won't say anything at first-- he's in the middle of his own tea, after all, and there's nothing worse than letting tea go cold. So he just sits at his table to finish his tea, though he notes how she seems to be, well... rather distracted, to put it lightly. Obviously something is up; the only question is what that something is.

Once he's done, he'll wander over towards where Makie is sitting.]

Something tells me it's not the wall that's so fascinating.

[Makie's attention shifts away sharply from said wall as he looms in the corner of her vision, though she still blinks at him a few times as if slowly placing who he is.]

Ah...no, I suppose not.

{Still a little dazed. She tries to focus more.] Hello again.

Hello to you too.

[The smile he gives is small, but coming from him, it's about the best one can expect.]

You might want to try some coffee instead of the tea. I hear it's much better at helping clear your head.

You know, I've never tried coffee. [She smiles faintly back, her eyes thoughtful as she glances toward the menu.] I suppose today is a day for trying new things.

I'll warn you now, if you don't like bitter things, you'll want to put some cream and sugar in it.

[Now he smirks a little.]

Most people find that one out the hard way.

I'll be sure to keep that in mind. [Smiling more outright now.] How do you have yours?

The way I'm pretty sure you wouldn't like-- straight black.

You must be quite sure of everyone's preferences with a comment like that.

[Nevertheless, she orders a straight black-- but gets sugar brought to the table with it. She'll stir in maybe half a teaspoon for now.]

[Shuda shrugs, though the smile still playing about his lips probably gives him away.]

I've seen enough people try coffee for the first time to have a decent sense of the average reaction by now.

I do not have a taste for the very bitter. [She smiles at that. She equates bitter with medicine.] But neither do I like particularly sweet. Do people really put cream in their coffee?

[She takes a small taste. Ugh, he's right. And that's after the sugar. She adds half a teaspoon more.]

Some people do, some people just put sugar.

[... yeah, that was about the reaction he was expecting.]

I think you see why now. That stuff's about as pleasant-tasting as your average medicine until you get used to it.

[And, since it seems a bit awkward for him to just be standing around, he'll take a seat at the table across the aisle from hers. Even he isn't so rude as to just presume to sit down at the same table with her.]

[He'd be welcome to. Makie just isn't quite with it on social grace today, and it's only when he sits down that she realises.]

I'm sorry, I was being rude. [Her eyes flick to the other chair at her table.] Please, feel free.

[Half a teaspoon more makes it bearable. It's still a strange and acrid taste, but she'll at least drink the mug before she judges it.]

If you don't mind.

[With the invitation, he will get up and relocate himself to that other chair, his single eye still watching her sip at the coffee with some amusement.]

Didn't sleep well last night?

I slept... [Just fine, she was going to say. But in retrospect that isn't the truth.] ...restlessly, yes.

I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's the weather.

Might be. It is starting to get a lot colder now. If I had to guess, I'd say it's going to snow soon.

[His gaze shifts for a moment to look out the window at the grey sky outside.]

Do you come from a world where it snows?

[She would have thought everyone does, but then she met Vash.]

Depends on where in the world you are. We've got tropical jungles and deserts, like most other places.

[The Kuba desert, for one... he'd only spent a short time there himself, but that was enough for him. He couldn't imagine how Gale had lived there for years.]

Ah... so your world is a normal one, then. I've met those who come from places where it's always hot, or always freezing. It's very curious to think about.

[She wonders what Jade's world is like.]

The entire world is like that?

[Yeah, that does sound a bit strange to him.]

Yes. I don't think I would enjoy such a place. [She takes another sip of her coffee.] I like the turn of the seasons, for what each one of the signifies.

[Shuda leans back a bit in his chair as he contemplates this.]

Don't think I would either. Change is what keeps things interesting, after all. Having the weather be exactly the same all the time would be incredibly dull.

Yes.

[And here they are talking about the weather. Heh. She peers down at coffee.]

What is this made of, do you know?

Coffee?

[Shuda blinks for a moment, actually having to stop to consider this.]

I think it's some kind of bean. I tend not to ask too many questions about where my food came from myself.

I've never tasted anything like it. I wonder if it exists anywhere in my country.

[Maybe it's a western thing. Ah, well. She does feel a little more clearheaded.]

...where is it you are from, Mr Shuda? Do you mind my asking?

Not at all. I wouldn't say I'm really from any one place in particular... I've been all over my world. Song Continent, Urbana Continent... you name it, I've probably traveled there.

[Then, by way of explanation, he adds:]

I used to be a bounty hunter when I was younger. And more full of myself.

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