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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"I'm sorry to hear that.... how did you recover, then?" Zetsu blinked at Haku, obviously sympathetic--a somewhat odd expression for the spy who so often held himself aloof and apart from his peers. To not have anyone you knew to help you through, to not have a doctor who knew how to work with this type of impairment, to have nobody and nothing.... it sent an icy pang through his heart, but it also made him stop to consider just how incredibly lucky he was right now. Weird or not, how many other people in this condition had the sort of resources he had right now? He should feel grateful....

Zetsu listened attentively to the description, glowing yellow eyes fastened on the man who he logically knew ought to be his friend, or at least a familiar acquaintance. He also knew that the description and clay visage should be familiar. They almost were, he thought. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking? Either way, he couldn't dredge up anything concerning Tobi beyond what he'd been told and shown. "Nothing." He shook his head, frustrated and discouraged in spite of himself. What did it say about him that be wouldn't have been able to recognize his own former partner?