Can I Get an Iced Coffee? [Active]

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Character(s): Haku, Deidara, and Zetsu
Content: Zetsu meets Haku and Deidara
Setting: Cafe Ersesat [H4]
Time: Late Afternoon/Early Evening
Warnings: Zetsu eats people and Deidara gets his kicks from blowing them up. =3

Haku had guided Deidara to Cafe Ersesat, more than happy to help the other shinobi around the city. It had been a while since he had been among helpful and relatively friendly people, and even longer since he had been among his own kind--among ninja. He was grateful for that, especially now that he had his memories back. Even after all of his adventures here, the effeminate shinobi still felt that sometimes, he needed to be working for someone, like he had before. It was a difficult feeling to shake.

Haku looked over at the other shinobi across the table. He hadn't ordered anything yet, being unsure of what he wanted. It wasn't that he wasn't hungry, just not quite sure what he wanted right now.

"Most places like this are easy to find on the map," Haku told Deidara. "I've used it a bunch, and traversed most of the city by rooftop. It's easier to move upon them, and there's no one to really bother you while you go."

Haku offered a small smile. Yes, it was quite nice to have good company.

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Zetsu had put away his journal and set off soon after his conversation with Deidara. What else did he have to do? The man--plant--person--thing--knew next to nothing and nobody at this point, and even familiar scenery wasn't much of a comfort or help. It only stood to reason that the most effective course of action was to go find Deidara, since the man seemed so much more experienced than he was....

He found Cafe Eresatz easily enough--Zetsu was fast concluding that whoever and whatever he was, his sense of direction was impeccable--but found himself worrying that Deidara would be harder to spot--after all, a disproportionate amount of people here were blonde-haired and blue-eyed, and a picture only helped so much without memories. There certainly wouldn't be any explosions in a restaurant, and it might be hard to see handmouths from a distance, if he even could at all.... Meanwhile, he knew he himself was unforgettable. He wore such a distinctive-looking robe, had hair and eye colors--not to mention skin colors, both of them--he'd yet to see on anyone else, and of course his leaves....

Which were, naturally, held mostly closed around his shoulders and head to help protect and hide him. Still, there was enough space to peer out through the saw-toothed fronds, so he hurried into the cafe to look around. A sea of blonde-haired people, one black-haired head.... and that blond ponytail right across from it looked somewhat familiar, and the high black collar beneath it.... Zetsu made his way over, voice subdued. "Deidara-san?"