[h2]Mako Moritomi//Cosplay Cafe[/h2]
[h3]Sunday, April 26th, 2015[/h3]

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Mako watched as "Saki" was dragged toward the back of the cafe, mulling over the information he had just acquired as he enjoyed his coffee. Emphasis on enjoy. [color=0076a3][i]They really know how to brew it here.[/i][/color] As he watched Sato shuffle about nervously as he had a talk with the apparent person-in-charge, Mako wondered what was going through his fellow actor's mind at recognizing each other. A moot point, of course, as Mako had already since decided that whatever it was Sato was doing here, it was not his business to tell. Of course, conveying that to the already-terrified boy might be problematic, not to mention likely contradictory to keeping it a secret in the first place.

[i][color=0076a3]I'll... find a way to talk to him during the next Drama club meeting. Privately. If there... is one.[/color][/i] The reason he had even come into the cosplay cafe in the first place came roaring back to the fore of his mind, and he prepared to take a long drink of his coffee to distract himself from it, scorched taste buds be damned. Thankfully, "Saki" was returning with his (surprisingly massive) piece of cake.

[color=0076a3][i]Oh my. Am I even going to be able to finish all of this?[/i][/color] he thought, as "Saki" set his plate down in front of him.

[color=skyblue]”Here’s your order, master. Please enjoy.”[/color] said the maid, setting his order down as gracefully as possible. Which was very graceful, surprisingly. And then, lowering his voice swiftly and suddenly [color=skyblue]”[sub][i]Andpleasedon’tsayanythingaboutthis.[/i][/sub]”[/color] Mako quirked an eyebrow as "Saki" backed up a step, glaring openly at him.

[color=0076a3][i]Hm. Apparently my reputation isn't very sterling, as far as he's concerned.[/i][/color] Quietly, surreptitiously, he nodded so that only Sato could see the gesture, before just as surreptitiously miming locking his lips and throwing away the key. Hopefully he got the message- no one would hear anything from him. Apparently satisfied, the maid went to leave, before a voice stopped "her."

[color=007236]”Saki-chan was it?”[/color] Both of them turned toward the voice, and Mako noticed as Sato suddenly stiffened slightly in shock.

[color=0076a3][i]Fuck.[/i][/color] Clearly Sato knew the person chatting who had addressed him and... now that he was looking, wasn't that Alexei over there with... some girl?

[color=0076a3][i]Since when did this become the official Warakuma after-school hangout...?[/i][/color]

[color=007236]”You look awfully familiar, now, where have we met before?[/color] And that tone of voice wasn't doing either of them any favors. He didn't know the other student, but from the sound of things, he wasn't going to hesitate long before using this little debacle to his advantage in some way. [color=0076a3][i]This is not good.[/i][/color] To poor Sato's credit, he recovered quickly, spinning his earlier nervousness into a convincing act. [color=0076a3][i]No wonder he's in Drama. He's a natural at improv.[/i][/color]

[color=skyblue]”Hello, master! I am Saki, yes. I’m afraid we haven’t met before unfortunately, however."[/color] At least "her" voice was much more convincing than some he'd heard. [color=skyblue]"Would like to order anything? A coffee, perhaps? My other master can testify for the quality of it.”[/color]

It took a precious half-second for him to realize he was referring to him as the "other master." To his own credit, he didn't think it showed before he reacted.

[color=0076a3]"Yes, indeed. Best coffee I've had in a while. You could definitely do worse than giving it a try."[/color]