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"Right, that’s true…" Atlus nodded a little, embarrassed he’d said something like that. But, well, he could try fixing it too. "But you know, you’re welcome to come by my house for dinner anytime you’d like. It’s the very least I can do for someone who saved my life." He smiled, looking over at Sean. "I’m sure Alvin and Red won’t mind one bit. Have you met either of them yet?"

Outside of the socialization that Ted's Talk offered, no, Sean had not bumped into either Alvin or Red. He chose to raise his shoulders in a non-committal gesture. To say that he had never met them would be a lie, but to say that he knew either person very well wasn't the truth either. "I guess. It'd be nice if I could borrow the shower." He'd save a few bucks that way, bumming off of Atlus and co. instead of springing for a gym membership. Good plan. "Better run the idea with your roommates first. There's nothing more awkward than finding a stranger in your apartment, especially one who isn't armed to rob." 'cause if you killed the guy, could you really opt for the self-defense charge?

"Is that so? May I request a few of those impressive occasions soon then?" He teased, mood lightened by the music and the banter. That was a fast recovery from the earlier downturn, but he didn’t mind the swift change of tone. The whole point of it was not to dwell, and the thought of Sean in a suit did wonders for the mind.

It would be a date. Soon. Once the two of them got settled and squared away the whole 'new city' ordeal, they could pick a spot and do something fun for a change. God knows they could use the reprieve.

"Is it really?" Atlus’ expression softened, as he looked back at Sean. "I see… well, it’s nice that you’ve settled in. I’m glad for you." he decided to just smile, not wanting to press Sean too far.

Sean didn't believe in hand-outs. Things were unfair and the only way to address that from his perspective was to get out there and fight for what you needed. If that meant breaking the law to get ahead of others, so be it. That was what it took to survive, and he didn't care who hated him for his individualistic attitude. Survival of the fittest, was what they said.

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A low chuckle rumbled from the back of his throat neither strained nor censored. There was something reminiscent of a madman, or at least a fellow who had dropped his moral compass, in that deep rumble of a greeting. From the depths of an alleyway emerged a man of flaxen hair and fair complexion bearing eyes of Envy's flair. He kept his hands pocket for one, two, three steps... then drew out a clothed hand as if sharing a business card - only there was no written information to be passed out. Just a handshake to tell all.

Sasuke kept quiet for a minute or so while Sean spoke, finally sipping his tea while he listened. Not the best thing he’d ever tasted, but about as passable as he’d expected. What he had to say, though… huh. Now there was something he hadn’t considered.

Right, Sasuke wasn't much of a gamer. Everything that Sean had just said probably went right over his head. Unless... unless the man had spent some time getting into the fine hobby of gaming. Well, they would have to rectify that, wouldn't they? (If only the word 'rectify' didn't make Sean think of 'rectum' because he is 12 and what is this.) "That's not exactly what I said..." Demons not a threat? Sure, the military breathing down their necks was terrifying, but monsters were kind of a big deal, too.

Jackie suddenly became slightly suspicious. That was a bit odd of the Stuttering Stanley to say. “Did your stutter get removed or somethin’? But that doesn’t matter, we gotta chase after that guy, and fast. I’ll go on ahead, follow me if you want.” Jackie hit his hostage over the head a couple times with the butt of his pistol, and took the other robber and did the same. “Alright, time to find this asshole.” Jackie ran after the other robber, both guns in hand.

"What?" Sean shook his head. "Y-you want me to stumble over my sentences? W-we don't exactly have time... time for that! You think you'd be grateful that I can get through one..." Someone was a little too paranoid (or perceptive) for their own good. Another name to add to Sean's little black book.

It was hard not to grin at his little moment with the table. Charming, really, even if it didn’t exactly speak well to the cafe itself. As for himself, Sasuke was content to sit back with his arms crossed, fingers absently drumming against one arm. Well, he couldn’t have expected much more in the way of explanation, could he.

Sean frowned at that. There was no need for Sasuke to bring him up to Souji. Why did the man even think that was a good idea? It'd only make the latter get all huffy or something. Maybe even paranoid. "I guess that's your prerogative." But it wasn't like he could do any damage control. According to Sean, there were ways to avoid things forever. You just had to be creative and have the gumption to uphold it.

"That’s true. I guess it’s good to be aware of one’s surroundings…" Atlus could tell Sean had some kind of inclination for these things, maybe just for scoping out, for knowledge and information. That sounded like something Alvin would’ve said too, now that he thought about it. "And having self-control probably helps." he laughed a little. "It wouldn’t muddle your perception of things…"

The nod about self-control elicited a raised brow but nothing more. Sean wasn't going to get into the business of prying. Guys like Atlus were best held at arm's length. He was going to break the poor guy's heart eventually, sure, but there was no need to get too buddy-buddy over things and have a feelings jam in the middle of the streets. That would be for another day when he needed something.

Truthfully, Sasuke hadn’t been sure whether or not there would be any time to chatter afterward. He had even been tempted to head back, but Sean’s gesture made him reconsider. Tensions aside, there was still a certain comfort in having a familiar face close at hand. As for being in public, well, it wasn’t as though they had anything to hide at the moment. At least not as far as he was aware.

While Sasuke betrayed himself over to Alfendi's side of the Great Beverage War, Sean asked for a plain coffee. As much as he had humored the fabled leaf juice when away from his partner, their recent rendezvous meant he had no reason to act all nostalgic anymore. It was nice to be back to his standard cup of Joe.

Ah, and so it began! While it was obvious that his response caught the large man off guard, it seemed to have also caused a visible ripple in the energies that surrounded him, and Desriat watched those tasty little wisps swirl about his head. Oh how tempting they were! But no no… now was not the time to be snacking. Besides, talking with one’s mouth full was terribly discourteous.

Master Sean? Wow. Something really isn't right here. This guy's gonna become a threat if I don't figure out how to deal with him. Yet all the suspicion and skepticism hid behind his mortified facade. Perhaps, if Desriat were skilled enough, he would sense that Sean wasn't truly enamored in the slightest. The man was decidedly too feminine for his tastes - never mind the fact that he often went for women. The other man may have had soft features, but he was unmistakably not of the fairer sex.

Sasuke just snorted and followed. That wasn’t the kind of fee he had any reason to argue with. As for the cops, he just shrugged, still walking while Sean coughed up his explanation.

Sasuke didn't have to compliment him, but the fact that he had spoke volumes. Sean's face lit up ever so slightly, just enough to be overlooked by those who didn't know him. He bit back a satisfied chuckle and waited until they had cleared the entrance. Once they were free from prying eyes, Sean gestured for Sasuke to take a left with him and started for the nearest outdoor cafe. It was public, yes, but the two of them had always managed on their own.

Good, these guys had been as easy to take down as he’d guessed. Shame, that didn’t speak well to the bank’s security. His eyes narrowed slightly, though, at Sean’s comment. Much as he could appreciate the sentiment, he wasn’t looking to make himself a criminal, not over something like this.

Sean whistled as he turned the men over, fishing into their pockets and pulling out their wallets. There wasn't much in the way of cash, but Sean snapped it up all the same. They wouldn't be needing the money where they were going. "Finder's fee."