Yazoo had had the most unfortunate time dealing with this newfound bout of curiousity. On the way to the café, he'd wanted nothing more than to stop and examine several of the ... interesting features of this "Paixao" place. He'd been here long enough to make general observations, but this was all still so fascinating to him. What was the purpose of this place? Why did it exist, and why had he, Kadaj, and Mother been brought here? Why had their plans been postponed, and for what purpose were they postponed for?

To be quite frank, it didn't matter. Whoever or whatever was responsible for this would meet a rather untimely, gruesome fate. Yazoo was far from pleased about this situation and about the "sickness" this place seemed to rouse in him; he was willing to bet that Kadaj wasn't too excited about this, either.

And just what was this onset of emotions? He didn't need to get caught up in them. He had been fine before. He'd only desired Mother. This new all-too human way of life was debilitating.

The only outward sign of his annoyance was a half-irritated expression, though it was quick to disappear as he entered the café. It took but a moment to spot his brother among the pathetically dull, uniform inhabitants of the city, and he felt a most alien smile tug at his lips. "Kadaj," he called softly as he pushed through a small gathering of people and neared the other boy, then took a seat at the opposite side of the table.