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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Shudder, soft voice, averting the topic.... Zetsu nodded silently, willing enough to let the matter rest. He could tell the signs of emotional disturbance well enough, could smell the fact that the shinobi was upset even without having to lean forward to do so. It had been beautiful--in the nobility of the sacrifice, in the admittance of caring, even in the gorgeous liquid spray of light as the lightning hit home.... Everything about it had been a memory to keep and hold, to drink in and savor. It was unfortunate, but it hadn't been his affair to meddle in, so he had contented himself with appreciating the nuances of its meaning and expression.

"Itachi and ourself have considered that, actually." Zetsu admitted. "We're not exactly sure what will happen. Our speculations are that we would either return the instant we were displaced--in which case, you would do well to invest in some kind of protection or fast-acting healing--, or we might return the length of time we've been gone after we were displaced. Or alternatively, those of us leaving together might potentially end up in each other's time--we're not sure whether that means we would have to deal with two of ourselves, though." He'd let Haku make his own judgments about the possibilities; he wasn't sure if any of them would happen, himself.

A girl with pink hair and some hag..... that must mean Sakura. Sakura and some older woman..... Tsunade, perhaps? But Tsunade usually wore a genjutsu to hide the effects of her aging.... So it could be someone else, potentially. Still, the thought of Sakura defeating Sasori--Sakura, of all people! A child who by all rights should have faded into obscure mediocrity, simply because of who and what her teammates were.... Oh, the girl had potential and power, his eyes could register that easily enough. They couldn't help but do so. She had those in abundance, and she had gained the attitude she needed to excel.... but the circumstances surrounding her made it seem almost absurd that she would advance so far as to fall someone as.... awe-inspiring, at times, as Sasori.... Tsunade really must outdo herself training that one, when the future plays itself out. He'd have to keep an eye on them.

His eyes immediately swiveled towards Deidara as he noticed the change in expression and movement, the subtle shift of scents as the blond man's mood changed; the spill of yellow light intensified accordingly, small spots of brightness visible on the table in front of him as he looked Deidara over for signs of injury or illness, or even poison. ~Deidara-san? What's wrong?~ He let the telepathic question ease itself into his teammate's mind, unwilling to voice his concerns aloud. Still, though, he was already looking around the restaurant with his full range of vision, assessing potential escape routes and good cover to hide in and attack from. If Deidara had been hurt.... well, they might need it. But what he was starting to think was just that they should get out of there, and take Haku with them.