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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Haku listened, and Haku watched, looking almost sheepish as he called attention to himself. It was an uncomfortable thought, to think that Zetsu had seen him die, and it drew up memories of Kakashi's hand plunging through his chest. Harder still, to hear the plant-nin claim it to be beautiful. The effeminate shinobi couldn't help but shudder, looking at the table as he tried to push those images from his mind. He might have been here for a few months, but he hadn't forgotten what happened just before his arrival. And his recent bout of amnesia seemed to dreg up the images faster and clearer than they came up before. He didn't even give a second thought to the fact that he had a confirmation that Zabuza died on the bridge.

"I don't want to think about it," he murmured, knowing it was his own fault for broaching the subject in the first place. Haku crossed his arms over his chest, almost protectively, as if afraid that Kakashi might show up out of nowhere to repeat the process once more. He knew it was a foolish notion, knew equally well that the blow had been meant for Zabuza. That didn't make it any easier to deal with, though. When did it ever?

Haku sighed. "If I'm supposed to be dead, then what happens when I go back?" Because that was going to happen, right? He was either going to return to the shinobi continent, or he was going to stay here... right?