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pick a character + prompt (or tell me what you want &or bring your own) and get words.
[ Sage can do more than guess. It hadn't been so prominent before, but it is now. Rowen's lingering touch sears a trail down his spine that remains long after he's backed away. For better or worse, that's the nature of their bond. Neither of them have to be in battle to feel it. They don't even necessarily have to be close - but this is what happens when they are. As he steps through the doorway, he glances back at Rowen, locking eyes with him for a brief moment. They all come back, indeed.
In the same breath it takes to make that contact, the mental to Rowen's physical, he's broken off the motion with a nod. The inside of the cafe is busy, lively with chatter and the smell of coffee and sugar. It's nice, and he's content that he agreed to this. ]
Looks like I've got to use my time here wisely. You don't settle, so you have a busy couple months ahead of you.
[ He shrugs effortlessly, books shifting in one hand and the other tucked into his pocket. ]
[ It's good for both of them that Sage can make more than a guess. Because Rowen is only halfway aware of just how much he feels towards their relationship. Not even their armor bond will save him from being a huge idiot when it comes to emotions. As such, Sage's pointed looks is met with a mix of confusion and filing away for later. Way later, because he feels his pulse tick up and it's exciting as it is unnerving. ]
Can't really settle if there's something more interesting, you know?
[ Alright your imperial majesty, he'll order. ] Fine, fine. Go find us a table? It's going to become a madhouse in here about ten minutes when class lets out.
[ Can you handle that!!?!? Rowen shoos the blonde off. It'll be better if he can put his books down too. ]
[ A knowing smile settles on Sage's features. Rowen will always outpace him in raw intellect and the pursuit of it. But there are always some instances in which Sage can play at knowing something he doesn't, something that doesn't require his penchant for overthinking. It just happens to be true. Just by looking at him, Sage can see his mental pace quicken. Too easy, he thinks. Then again, maybe he appreciates that easiness, when their pasts can be so complicated. He turns aside, the cheeky look on his face finally reaching his eyes. He claps Rowen's shoulder once. His fingers tighten, then push him off. ]
It'll all be for nothing if we get trampled here.
[ Sage does as asked after that, finding a table situated beside one of the cafe windows. It pans horizontally across the interior, giving a good view of the street. Naturally, he picks a sunny spot, and the bright line of light cuts across the surface. He slides his books onto the table and takes a seat, folding his arms loosely over his chest.
When he looks out the window, he sees life as it should be. Simple, quiet, peaceful. He tries not to feel pride for it sometimes, but it sets in the line of his jaw, in the steadiness of his gaze. Being here now with Rowen only makes the feeling stronger. ]
[ Rowen pointedly doesn't think about Sage's grip or his hands or anything else besides ordering drinks. Because he knows himself– if he's going to get into that spiral of thought it was going to be hours before he came out of it. Hours. He's been there before. Not quite with this topic, but something close to it. Sage has been simultaneously closest to him and furthest away. It's in the way the blonde sort of holds himself aloof. All that old time samurai upbringing, he thinks.
Still, that background is something that makes him interesting. Even moreso when he can be easier to prank because of it. Drink orders are filled and Rowen scoops both of the cups up, finding the profile Sage cuts without much effort. And naturally, he's sitting in a sunny spot. Naturally. ]
Here.
[ Rowen slides the drink over to the other man– it's a ridiculous concoction that the barista had dubbed "dead raiser" for how much caffeine and sugar was in it. He keeps the correct drink to himself as he slides into the chair, elbows set on the table top without regard for manners. ]
[ None the wiser, Sage accepts the cup. It's all polite reflex, as it takes him a moment or two to actually look away from the window and the thrum of normalcy that lies beyond it. He lifts it at an angle with a nod - a silent thanks. If Rowen's lack of manners bothers him, he probably wouldn't be here at all. Over time, habits become nuanced. Appreciated, even. There's something comforting in knowing that to expect.
Well, in most cases. Instead of taking a sip right away, Sage squares the cup on the table, both palms against it to warm his hands. True to Rowen's word, the foot traffic outside is picking up. ]
How much time do you have to spend here before memorizing the class schedules?
[ Briefly, Sage wonders how often he actually goes home. ]
[ True to form, Rowen accepts the thanks with a small gesture of his own. This is how they communicate. Or rather, how they've learned to communicate. Cye and Kento make fun of them for being mentally linked, but Rowen just figures it's more just understanding the blonde as well as he does. Neither of them have need for words, anyway. ]
Er, well, when I was taking an astrophysics class I spent about a week in here off and on trying to crunch for a paper.
[ That was last term. He's not going to mention that he slept maybe two or three of those days. Time not spent here found him in the library, surrounded by reference books that weren't allowed to be checked out. ]
In my breaks, I started mapping traffic patterns for fun. Or guessing what drinks people would order.
[ And maybe he did. Maybe he can figure more from what goes unsaid, but voicing it would just diminish the ability to tell all together. Rowen's life had always carried this hectic quality with it, this comfortable unrest. Sage's life must seem so meticulous in comparison. His thumbs tap the paper cup pointedly, but he still doesn't lift it just yet. His gaze is horrendously steady and lacks pretense. ]
Since you must've passed, I wonder if your guessing success rate influenced how you ordered for me.
[ In all honesty, he wouldn't be surprised if Sage could. Past experience has taught him that his friend was good at reading between the lines. Somehow, though, he doesn't feel like the blonde is just picking apart his sleeping habits or his weird studying. Rowen keeps the contact, even if his heart seems to be doing tiny little flips over on itself.
The sunlight filtering in through the window really does Sage favors. Mouth dry and pulse higher than usual, he pours his effort into a cheeky smirk, leaning back in his chair. ]
Maybe it did, maybe it didn't. I had more data to go off of there.
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In the same breath it takes to make that contact, the mental to Rowen's physical, he's broken off the motion with a nod. The inside of the cafe is busy, lively with chatter and the smell of coffee and sugar. It's nice, and he's content that he agreed to this. ]
Looks like I've got to use my time here wisely. You don't settle, so you have a busy couple months ahead of you.
[ He shrugs effortlessly, books shifting in one hand and the other tucked into his pocket. ]
You order.
[ IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE RESPONSIBILITY. ]
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Can't really settle if there's something more interesting, you know?
[ Alright your imperial majesty, he'll order. ] Fine, fine. Go find us a table? It's going to become a madhouse in here about ten minutes when class lets out.
[ Can you handle that!!?!? Rowen shoos the blonde off. It'll be better if he can put his books down too. ]
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It'll all be for nothing if we get trampled here.
[ Sage does as asked after that, finding a table situated beside one of the cafe windows. It pans horizontally across the interior, giving a good view of the street. Naturally, he picks a sunny spot, and the bright line of light cuts across the surface. He slides his books onto the table and takes a seat, folding his arms loosely over his chest.
When he looks out the window, he sees life as it should be. Simple, quiet, peaceful. He tries not to feel pride for it sometimes, but it sets in the line of his jaw, in the steadiness of his gaze. Being here now with Rowen only makes the feeling stronger. ]
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Still, that background is something that makes him interesting. Even moreso when he can be easier to prank because of it. Drink orders are filled and Rowen scoops both of the cups up, finding the profile Sage cuts without much effort. And naturally, he's sitting in a sunny spot. Naturally. ]
Here.
[ Rowen slides the drink over to the other man– it's a ridiculous concoction that the barista had dubbed "dead raiser" for how much caffeine and sugar was in it. He keeps the correct drink to himself as he slides into the chair, elbows set on the table top without regard for manners. ]
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Well, in most cases. Instead of taking a sip right away, Sage squares the cup on the table, both palms against it to warm his hands. True to Rowen's word, the foot traffic outside is picking up. ]
How much time do you have to spend here before memorizing the class schedules?
[ Briefly, Sage wonders how often he actually goes home. ]
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Er, well, when I was taking an astrophysics class I spent about a week in here off and on trying to crunch for a paper.
[ That was last term. He's not going to mention that he slept maybe two or three of those days. Time not spent here found him in the library, surrounded by reference books that weren't allowed to be checked out. ]
In my breaks, I started mapping traffic patterns for fun. Or guessing what drinks people would order.
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[ And maybe he did. Maybe he can figure more from what goes unsaid, but voicing it would just diminish the ability to tell all together. Rowen's life had always carried this hectic quality with it, this comfortable unrest. Sage's life must seem so meticulous in comparison. His thumbs tap the paper cup pointedly, but he still doesn't lift it just yet. His gaze is horrendously steady and lacks pretense. ]
Since you must've passed, I wonder if your guessing success rate influenced how you ordered for me.
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The sunlight filtering in through the window really does Sage favors. Mouth dry and pulse higher than usual, he pours his effort into a cheeky smirk, leaning back in his chair. ]
Maybe it did, maybe it didn't. I had more data to go off of there.