There's no time for regrets...

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Communal Father / Big Brother figure

Compassionate mercenary commander

Level-headed after years of working on his temper

Cyborg full of weapons

🗲 “I’m loathed to ask, but there is one thing of import that has eluded me since my stay in this city began. Something that I’ve recently learned I cannot live without, for it improves my mood dramatically.”

“Do you know of any vendors that serves dango milk?”

“... Dango milk? That’s the first I’ve heard of it...”

He was someone Raven had seldom interacted with, now that he thought about it. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a familiar face; someone he saw around the island all of his previous stays. It was comforting, in a sense.

There was something familiar about the woman, even if he was sure they’d not met before.  He paused; observing her in silence for a moment. ... A cafe, huh?

Stepping into the shop seemed like an ample opportunity to chase his curiosity. 

“Oh, holiday for romantic relationships… Sounds pre-war, according to an egghead from my world who was around 200 years old and above.”

Pre-war shenanigans is confusing for Piper sometimes.

That catches Raven’s attention. He chokes on his coffee, turning his head to her fast enough for his neck to pop.

“Pre-war? Pardon?”

“Well, they said give gifts to a friend or something. Unless it was a lie.”

“... No, that’s still true, but it’s more of a holiday for romantic relationships...”

There were eyes on him.

It was nothing he wasn't unaccustomed to; given the track record Nasods and their technology held back home, it wasn't uncommon for him to get odd looks. Nonetheless, he turns; the mechanics of his arm whirring and clicking to compensate for the movement; and cybernetic eyes fall on his observer.

Answered!

Answered!