[CLOSED] Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.

[phoenixblessed]

⌛ Who: Diluc & Edmond
⌛ What: Just two boys with a sweet tooth
⌛ When: May some time
⌛ Where: Starting in a bar in Gion, to elsewhere..?
⌛ Warnings: Will be added as needed

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[It's a quiet evening in the middle of the week and not a time when Diluc would normally be working, but he had switched shifts with someone else. He is, in short, painfully bored. The only customers at the moment are the few regulars who almost seem to live in the place from when the doors open to when they close and although they come up to the bar like clockwork for refills it isn't exactly an engaging time to be behind the bar.

Which is why Diluc currently has every non-alcoholic thing he could find, plus a few things he brought along with him that day, neatly lined up on the bar top. He has been examining his options for a couple of minutes when someone new walks in - a young man with pale blue hair who he almost mistakes for a certain Inazuman Commissioner before he takes a closer look - and takes a seat with an air of almost palpable discomfort about him.

Diluc watches him for a moment, curious, but when he makes no move to try to get his attention to make an order he instead sets to mixing a fruit juice drink.

When it's done, rather than drinking it himself, he sets a clean glass gently down in front of the newcomer and pours the drink out. It's fruity and sweet-smelling, a rosy orange shade as he pours it, and he doesn't look up to meet the other man's eyes until he's done.]

How would you feel about helping me with something? [He asks mildly, then gestures to the glass.] Tell me what you think. It's non-alcoholic, uki-free.

Comments

covers your eyes

[sapphirate]

[Edmond is not someone who visits establishments like this often. He doesn't drink much - essence is bad enough, he doesn't need to add alcohol into the mix, but.... There's a part of him that's already grown restless. He's not sure why. Maybe it's just the kind of place this is, maybe it's the gnawing anxiety that he's far from home. From his duties, both to the kingdom and as a member of that fraudulent sorcerer's clan...

Or maybe it's just a man with a smooth voice talking about people needing to let their hair down that has him breaking from habit and entering a bar, even if he hesitates and has absolutely not idea what to do once he's there. He doesn't even know what to order.

It seems like that's not to worry about, when the red-haired man behind the bar sets something in front of him. It smells... very, very sweet, which immediately catches Edmond's interest.]

...I suppose I could.

[He's still wary, of course, even though it's presumably this man's job to mix drinks. He takes a sip anyways, mulling over the taste for a moment.]

...The flavors blend together nicely, though I think there needs to be something added to balance out some of the acidity of the fruits you're using in it.