"The arcade!" Shou's eyes lit up. And here, he laughed. "What all you kids nowadays do! I'm guilty of being there some myself, actually. You see, my fiancée-" he began, and a smile that previously reached his eyes got caught in his throat and his expression wavered momentarily, before he shook his head with a little chuckle and smiled back at Akane, a cocktail of thoughts and feelings in the flecks of his brown eyes.
"...I can be a sucker for the gaming tournaments there." 
He paused, quickly adding, "Unfortunately, I'm not very good. There's this one kid topping all the best games there. If I ever meet them, I have to congratulate them. They go by a peculiar tag..."

As if on cue, at the very mention of Akane's success at cooking, the silver haired man heard his stomach quietly, but grumpily, rumble. "I'm sure it comes with time. I take cooking classes at the academy myself, every Sunday morning. Mrs Green runs them." he referenced the culinary department's biggest asset and a sweet old lady who loved to teach and cook so did both. "If your sweet tooth ever needs a good fix and the Mochavine is too far a reach, I'm sure she's always ready to blow your mind."

And, like clockwork (albeit very slow clockwork of a clock that took nothing short of forever to chime) finally his black coffee arrived, along with a generous slice of strawberry cheesecake. His favourite, just the way he liked it. He quietly thanked Rosanna under his breath before gently pushing the plate towards his conversational partner. "Please, Miss Takumi. I'd feel bad eating it by myself now."

And as he went to lift his coffee, he noticed some hurriedly scrawled digits on the napkin and registered them as a phone number. He was sure as hell confused, but what choice did he have? He would have to later ring up the number and ask who it might have been. And if it was not meant for him, but for Akane, that would be inherently embarrassing...
He took the napkin nonchalantly and thrust it into the pocket of his dark jeans.

"Seven cats, mmm?" a jocular smile played at the professor's lips as he lifted the steaming coffee cup to them, and pressed his lips to the hot liquid after gently blowing over the surface. It was hot and freshly brewed, just the way he liked it. He took a lengthy drag and relished the taste for every last drop of the sip he took before setting the cup down again.

If Shou Matsuoka was a machine, then coffee was his fuel. He immediately looked more alive, and less like the silver haired skeleton with the sunken eyes from earlier. He sat up in his chair and stretched out, still a little haggard definitely, but coming to life slowly.

"Cats, or any pet, are a wonderful idea. I own two dogs, actually. A German Shepherd cross and a Jack Russell. They're both charming, and have without a doubt, made me a happier man."

Maybe the coffee didn't do him what the acquisition of magical powers would have, but it certainly picked him up. Looking around the room, he begun to appreciate the little cafe more and more with each little drag of coffee he took. There were so many happy people, coming and leaving and-

[i]Wearing the exact same hoodie as James Avery.[/i]

He only just kept from doing a double take. Yes, it was difficult and he may have been hallucinating, but the particular black hoodie was a dead giveaway. James Avery stood outside the Mochavine and probably was completely unaware his professor was inside. He was checking his phone, of course. Those kids...

His attention focused outside the window the pair were sitting by, his eyes, catlike in their nature, followed  James' movements. He mumbled softly to both himself and Akane. "There's a student who can really wear out my patience sometimes, and surprise me right after. James Avery...sigh. He's got a little reputation with me, Miss Takumi. I only wish he was as conscientious as you."

Cautiously, Shou's fingers gently drummed against the glass. He would have to speak to James soon. Very, very soon.

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