20th Magic Bullet

[drank_the_milk]

[Action; Cosplay Cafe]

[Yuna's been laying a little low lately, what with having been part of the group that blew up the revival machine and all.  But today she's got a shiny new regain back in the mail and is finally starting to feel good about herself again, so she can be found at the cosplay cafe showing off her kimono from home (second from the right in the top panel).  It's a classy looking royal blue number, accented with white flowers along the bottom and an orange obi.  She's also got her hair tied up, and is wearing a few daisies in it to match the floral print on the kimono.]

Irasshaimase~!  Welcome!  What can I get you today?

[It's a little early in the season for kimonos, but hey, no reason she can't bounce around and act cute anyway.  After all, that's basically what cosplay cafes are for.  She'll be laying it on extra thick today, winking and bowing and feeding little pieces of cake to all of her lucky male customers.  And if your name happens to be Negi Springfield, you might even get a little special service.  Obvious perverts or people who are just plain unclassy about their staring will end up with cake or tea in their laps, depending on how much they piss her off.]

Comments

[answerer_sword]

[Bazett passes by the cosplay cafe. It still feels a little odd, to actually be moving again. She wonders if this is all a dream she has concocted while remaining with the void. (Then again, in the void, dreams had bled into reality to the point that she could not tell what was real and what was just her imagination.)]

[She passes by Yuna without seeming to recognize her. Whatever memory she had of the girl has been traded in at the post office for a needed regain.]

[drank_the_milk]

[Yuna smiles and waves.]

Hey! I remembered what that card does! Turns out you were right about it!

[answerer_sword]

[She looks blankly at the girl.]

I'm sorry. I believe you might be mistaking me for someone else.

[She does not remember meeting this girl before.]

[drank_the_milk]

Really? Are you sure? Hmm... oh well. Must be my mistake, I guess.

[answerer_sword]

I...cannot remember when I might have seen you.

[headedforhope]

[Ah, yes, here's a familiar face that hasn't been seen for quite some time. It's not a very happy one; the smile is plastic, the gold eyes dull. It takes Mami a moment to respond, as if her mind is elsewhere - and it is, dwelling on thoughts best kept to herself.]

...hm? Oh. Just some tea, please.

[drank_the_milk]

[Similarly, Yuna puts on that smile she uses around Mami when she's trying to avoid the awkward air that's developed between the two since the Shootout at the Mayfield Corral.]

Tea, right! Is green okay? We've got a lot of that right now.

[headedforhope]

Green is quite all right.

[A pause, and Mami's voice briefly sharpens, sounds almost normal for just a moment.]

Ah - but no cake. [...but only for a moment.] Don't try to tempt me with any, I mean. I'm [an excuse, smoothly invented and delivered] on something of a diet, you understand.

[drank_the_milk]

Really? That's too bad. We're running a special on the strawberry cake today. I think it's the best on the menu, personally.

[timeinhishands]

[Right when he seats himself, he'll turn to look at Yuna good and long to inspect her on something very crucial.

... and when that is over, he'll turn his head back to the menu and gives an approving nod.]

A good choice on your clothing, Yuna. Although it is quite different than the one you wore last time, if I remember correctly.

[drank_the_milk]

Do you like it?

[She winks and spins in place, holding the long sleeves out to the sides and one foot just off the ground. Girl has been practicing this pose.]

[timeinhishands]

I'd say it does suit you well, and the choice of color is indeed very nice. I would wear something like that myself if I were to find someone to make one for me here.

[He keeps an eye out on her with the spinning, making sure he ducks his head from any unintended smacks with her hands.]

And I see you are enjoying it well enough too. Special occasion, I'm assuming?

[drank_the_milk]

You should ask around! You'd look really good in one.

[She giggles a little, seeming amused with the idea.]

No particular reason, though. I just got it back from home, is all. It's still too early for any of the usual festivals I'd normally wear it for.

[protectshisclass]

[Yuna, you realize you're corrupting a minor here?

...okay, fine, technically he doesn't need any corrupting. But, indeed, he's just here for the tea and cakes. And seeing his student in such a costume...well. Special service, indeed.

And that's such a waste of good tea, really.]

[drank_the_milk]

[Aww, so easily flustered.]

What's wrong, Negi-sensei? Are you thinking dirty thoughts?

[Yuna grins, hiking up the kimono to flash a little more leg.]

Iyaaaaaaan, so perverted~!

[protectshisclass]

Y-Yuna-san! Please don't do that, someone might take it the wrong way!

[He's honestly concerned about what might happen to her, though a very tiny part of him is just enjoying the show. The rest, however, is in panic mode.]

[drank_the_milk]

[Awwww yeah, lookit dem milky thighs~]

What's the matter, sensei? Afraid some other customer will get jealous? That maybe they'll think you're getting special treatment or extra cake because you're dating the cute waitress? It's okay, let them stare!

[Yuna waits a few carefully measured seconds before ruffling the child teacher's hair, winking and laughing the whole thing off.]

...Don't worry, I'm just teasing! What do you want to order?

[nyanpire]

[Okay. Who let the kitten into the Cosplay Cafe? There he was on a chair, paws on the table to give himself a boost, a big change purse slung over his body.]

Nyaa! Yuna! Yuna! I want... I want... I want...

[He stops and he sits, realizing he doesn't know what he can get.]

...cake? Can I get cake? Red cake?

[drank_the_milk]

Awww, of course you can! You can have any kind of cake you want!

[Yuna happily comes right on over, scratching Nyanpire behind the ear.]

[nyanpire]

Nyaa!

[He hadn't expected ear-scritches to be on the menu, too! He'd have to come to this cafe more often. His little head turned this way and that, to better facilitate proper ear-scritchings.]

Strawberry? Can I get cake with strawberries? Lots of strawberries, nyaa!

[drank_the_milk]

You sure can! I'll make sure you get extra strawberries for being such a pretty kitty!

[Yuna pats his head one more time before heading off into the kitchen. She comes back with a piece of red cake covered in strawberries and sauce, with lots of extra whipped cream and icing too. It's basically diabetes on a plate.]

Here you go! Eat it all up!

[yvnyet_uv_mekrdhehk]

[Cafe? She's so there--the cute costumes are just a bonus.

But hey, she knows that voice!]

Yuna! I didn't know you worked here!

[drank_the_milk]

Rikku, hey! Yeah, I've had this job for a while now! How do you like my outfit?

[She poses a little.]

[yvnyet_uv_mekrdhehk]

I like it! It reminds me a bit of what Yunie wears.

[But only a bit.]

Everyone here has such nice costumes.

[drank_the_milk]

You should apply here too! It's a lot of fun, and way better than working at a Mayfield job.