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"Thank you very much! I’m hoping to make a career out of drawing in this city, so I hope that other people have the same opinion as you." How nice it’d be if everyone could appreciate his art. Ah, n-not to say those around him don’t give him enough support—he receives nice comments from friends, family, and strangers alike all the time—but there must be an invisible line he has to cross to allow his art to transcend being “good” to “something you’d like to buy”. If all goes well he’s already achieved as much, but… it sounds a bit too idealistic even to him.

King’s refusal of his offer doesn’t really shock Haruka, after all it is expected that one refuses such simple charities out of modesty, but that doesn’t mean he’ll go along with it either. Putting on as stern a face he can manage, and in the most authoritative tone he can reasonably pull off, the dark-haired boy insists, ”I’m pretty sure I’m older than you King, so it’s my duty to pay for anything you’d like. And if that’s not good enough, then think of it as a kind gesture to my fiance!” Hm, and if all this isn’t enough…

His face relaxes into one of his usual easy-going expressions.

Spade's not all that surprised Haruka insists on treating him, so he just chuckles when the older one attempts to pull off a strict, authoritative demeanor. It did look amusingly out of place on his otherwise kind features. Spade wasn't at all intimidated, and he doesn't think Haruka particularly wanted to come off as that way, but he decides to humor him.

Never once in his life he’d thought he’d have a family so quickly- so suddenly! Actually, it’s a bit too much to take in, especially not to mention he also has a fiancé? Isn’t that a bit too much? Not to mention, he’d have to meet all these people… Chrono isn’t sure if he really enjoyed this idea. Actually, the more he thinks about it, the more he felt a stomach ache rise in his gut… Why.

Although, on the front door he’s greeted with a small card smacked to the wood of it. It didn’t seem too special, the boy was about to just go on in, until it fell onto the ground- so he picks it up. Ah… From King; to meet at the park, by a bench near the fountain. Chrono stays silent as he stares at the note, with a small sigh he finally folds it up, and pushes it into his pocket.

He takes his sweet time arriving at the park, carrying himself with a sort of disinterest. Eyes stare at the ground as he walks, watching his every step as he progresses forward, and casually has his hands in his pocket- the right hand playing around with the note that occupies one of the pockets. He follows the sound of the fountain water, circling around the stone statue that spews the crystal clear water. He peers over the edge, taking notice of all the pennies reflecting in the rippling waves of the fountain water; other people must’ve tossed in these pennies, and make their wishes as they pass this fountain.

Which makes Chrono think… Should he do it too? Hope this meeting with, er… “Dad” go well?

Ehhh.

Nah.

He continues to circle he fountain again until he finds That Bench, the one where he’s supposed to meet- King, right? He can’t judge about odd names, really. Let’s not go back to the time where Trinity Dragon thought it’d be fun to tease Chrono about sharing a name with his deck. Embarrassing. However, he notices another male with long blue hair, next to him he has a teaset ready to go and everything. The boy seems to be relaxing with a book.

Uhh… Is this him? It must be. It looks like he is expecting someone to arrive. With uneasy footsteps he walks up towards the bench.

Still it probably won't hurt to meet him. It would be rather rude of him not to, especially if they were going to be a family now. So Spade takes it upon himself to write a note telling him -- Chrono, was it? -- to meet up at the park and leave it where he's sure the other would see it. He's been waiting on a bench for a while by now, but at least he had a book to kill time with. And his teaset. Because any respectable person carries a teaset around with them to use at any given time. Yes.

Eventually, Spade notices a shadow falling over the pages of his book and he looks up from it. Violet eyes meeting with green, he tilts his head. This boy...is probably Chrono. What kind of hairstyle is that supposed to be?? (Though Spade should be the last person to judge anyone for their hair) Leaving the thought to himself he smiles at the redhead. "You're Chrono then, I presume?"

"You don’t need to apologize! I’ve been told I need to pay more attention to my surroundings, so it might have been my fault actually." Nodding in response to the, he assumes, younger boy, he then adds, "I hope we can get along as well, you seem like a very charming person." Haruka has never been notable for his judge of character, but King is certainly turning out to be a friendly and agreeable individual. Such pretty hair too, he’ll have to ask what products he uses to keep it so nice.

Huh? Had he gotten the wrong idea—? "No no! It’s, well… I like drawing is all, and I sometimes start doodling by habit, so I mean… I haven’t been waiting that long…?" His explanation ends on a hesitant note. Aah, he kind of lost his train of thought there. Hopefully he’d gotten his point across… he’s fairly confident he had. Nodding to himself, Haruka moves on satisfied.

"Oh thank you; you seem like a very charming person as well! I doubt we'll have any trouble getting along." Ah, if only everyone Spade meets could be as charming, but this is real life they live in. He should just feel lucky he didn't end up with someone less agreeable; he probably would've acted a lot less courteous if that were the case. The one thing he'd noticed though is that Haruka seems quite older than him -- maybe four years his senior? Hopefully that's not gonna be too much of an issue. But then again, he couldn't exactly call himself a legally inclined person.

His little comment was supposed to be a joke, but Haruka seems to have taken it seriously. Spade couldn't help but laugh lightly again. "Haha, I was just teasing. It'd have been my bad anyway if I had actually been late. This is really nicely done though," Spade gestures at the crown shaped foam. "You must be quite the good artist."

Living in an unknown city filled with unknown people had been kinda scary at first, with stacks of unknowns and uncertainties piled atop each other. The issue of his health had also been a pressing concern, and for the first few days Haruka’s head had been swimming with nothing but thoughts of worry and fear. But slowly he’d found himself easing into this society; he’d established his place at the nearby hospital and clinic, learned his way around his residential area, and even found a pretty stable job as an artist. Logos for small businesses are his most abundant projects, but portraits have always been his favorites. 

He’d even gotten in contact with his fiance, and after a few weeks of settling in, they’d finally agreed on a time and place to formally meet. “King”… Haruka’s first reaction had been to marvel at how awesome it sounded. Like a super hero code name! Double identities and aliases are so exciting, and even though his fiance probably just has a unique name, Haruka lets his mind wander. If he had the choice it’d be fun to call himself “Konoha” again…

"Aha.. or maybe I’m okay being Haruka," he reflects idly, seated in a quaint coffee shop surrounded by the soft buzz of conversation. Surprisingly, for such an air-headed person like him, the black-haired boy had arrived a bit earlier than their scheduled meeting time. A latte is steaming before him, and after the burning of his tongue on first sip, Haruka has decided to let it cool for now. In an effort to busy himself while he waits though, his spoon traces the surface of the liquid lightly, the foam gradually taking shape.

It’s not until the scrape of the chair opposite of him sounds that Haruka is startled from his work.

"Wah! I didn’t notice you arrive at all, sorry…!" Letting a small laugh cover his embarrassment, a small grin lifts the corner of his lips. "You must be King, right? It’s nice to meet you, I’m Haruka Kokonose." Eyes falling back to his cup, the male perks up as he then slides it forward.

"Oh, I made latte art of a crown while I was here, do you like it? I matches your name!"

That said, he's been around long enough to be informed of a new family and a...fiance he's supposed to live with from now on. While he had raised his brow at this initially, Spade was also the one to contact his mystery spouse for a meetup at a local coffee shop. Who knows, maybe they'll prove to be a very amicable person? Spade muses about it silently while on his way to their designated meeting place. Well...in any case he shouldn't have trouble maintaining a pleasant conversation at least. 

The boy looks around the shop after stepping inside, the door behind him closing with a chime. He'd never met with his fiance -- Haruka, was it? -- prior to this arrangement, so all he can go off of are the descriptions he got on their physical appearance. Black hair, kind of tall apparently, green sweater...? A pretty generic appearance, but luckily for him, there isn't anyone else in the shop that matches these criteria but one lone person sitting at a table by the window. Dusting off imaginary filth from his winter coat, Spade approaches the other and makes his presence known with a greeting before sitting down on the other chair, but blinks as Haruka seems to have gotten startled nonetheless. 

"Oh-- It's okay; I'm sorry for surprising you." He then slips on a friendly smile. "That's right, my name is King."

"It's very nice to formally meet you as well, Haruka. I look forward to getting to know you better."

And just when he thought it would be a good day too, to be free from the less than agreeable existence of the person who taught how /delightful/ dipping sauce was. Oh if only he was truly free, but alas not all phantom thieves would be free from burdens. Just like now as he (not so gracefully) rolled his eyes.