Black, no Sugar [Shio/Savannah]

The smells of coffee and pastries were one that many humans had grown familiar with over the years. These were met with the periodic shouting of names, and the faint susurrus of people holding their conversations over the ever-so-ostentatious drinks that they so prided themselves on. But this time, there was at least one additional individual, one very quiet individual. He had in front of him a rather surprising amount of red cups, at least half a dozen. The look on his face could be called intense concentration, or perhaps even confidence. Each moment, he'd pick up a different cup, taking a slow sip and then closing his eyes. It was a rather surprising sight, especially because the cups were each gently trailing steam, and each contained enough caffeine to nearly risk an overdose.

Shio nursed away at the drinks, taking just a nip from each one, murmuring to himself. Cardamom was nowhere to be found, and most of the spices were of the simplest, most jejune type. Shio had heard talk that humans had gotten quite creative with their teas and coffees lately, but this was...more than a little disappointing. Or perhaps he was just upset by the price; this had taken up a sizable amount of his savings for the week, and the drinks left him feeling jittery, irritable, and just a little disappointed. He couldn't stop thinking about all of the arguments he'd been getting in lately, how many times he'd so narrowly avoided some seriously unpleasant shouting matches. He glanced up towards the counter, pausing to press a hand against his forehead when he noticed someone approaching the counter with the sense of purpose and confidence that could only possibly mean someone was about to get a tongue-lashing.

God, Shio hated arguments. Even when he wasn't part of one, the very fact that he saw one beginning made him feel compelled to defuse the situation.

Savannah kept jumping over town on top of the roofs before taking a break and walking in the shop she saw and just sitting down asking for black tea with 4 sugars and a splash of milk. Her ears twitched when she heard the movement of an irritated person, looking up she decided she wasn’t needed despite how it was getting. She looked next to her seeing the odd looking man with the eye patch. She took a gulp of her tea before sagging against the table.

Shio's eyes met those of a young girl, only a table or two away; he could already hear the man demanding to speak to a manager, his tone carrying the sort of sanctimonious certainty that could only be found in someone truly miserable, and desperately intent on spreading that misery to others. He thought, not for the first time, how easy it would've been to cow this man into silence; a simple flick of his wrist, one well-placed kido, and the man would be sleeping it off, rather than ruining someone else's day.

He inhaled slightly, deciding that if he was going to have to endure this ridiculous debacle, he may as well do it with good company. He gestured towards his own table, and the ten plus discarded cups set aside, before rising and dumping them into a counter. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears and his body was having trouble remaining still. But that could've been the anxiety of being trapped in this tiny shop with that angry individual, intent on spewing verbal diarrhea on everyone present. He returned to his seat, folding his hands in his lap, and grimacing just a bit.

"Well, this day has gone from mediocre to worse in record time. Why is it, you think, that people can't just put up with a little discomfort every now and then?"

Savannah looked at the man as he sat in his seat after throwing the large amount of cups away. Raising her eyebrows at the question her fluffy red tail swishing about every once and a while garnering the attention of those around her. She thought for a second before shrugging not really wanting to answer content to sip on her cup of tea. Looking down she bit her lip not really sure what to do, yes she’s interacted, but it’s incredibly hard to do so.

She bent her ears down when she heard the persons voice speak up reaching screeching levels. Savannah let go of her lip and laid back down her head tilted up sipping the tea via a straw.