romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone [OPEN]

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

Characters: mr_fancy_car and YOU
Location: Shopping District (most notably going from Papercut Books and Antiquities to Death By Pastry for his usual tea)
Rating: G for GREAT UNNECESSARY FEELINGS
Time: Sunday, Nov. 28. Whole afternoon.
Description: After receiving Yoko's letter to him, Miles is going to take some time to think...and think...and think about this some more...over tea. And maybe dessert. Mostly tea with extra brooding. Poke him whenever and wherever, just indicate in the tag where you'll be at. Both action and prose are welcome, I'll swing however you swing~

[After replying to England's transmission with a simple text message thanking him for relaying Yoko's letter, Miles decided that it was time to get out for a bit.

A part of his mind told him he wasn't just getting out for some air. Said part reminded him of what Yoko had told him in her letter to him...about being "more than friends".

He didn't know what to think about that. Neither did he know how to feel about that. Yoko was a comrade, no matter what anyone said. They were friends, nothing more. They had helped each other when sand creatures threatened the city, she had brought him lunch at the Agency, he had taught her how to dance the tango...

The prosecutor took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. It didn't work. This was going to be a long walk.

Perhaps afterward he would have tea at Death By Pastry again...but that also dredged up memories of narrating to Yoko the events that had transpired when she had been sent home briefly. Again, he didn't know what to think, or how to feel about that, especially as Yoko had held his hand then, and he didn't know how to tell her to...well, not hold his hand.

It wasn't that he reciprocated her desire to be "more than friends", or felt anything beyond platonic appreciation. It was just...just...

Usually he had no difficulty finding words to express himself. This was one of those rare instances when he couldn't even think of how to start describing how he felt.

She was safer in her own world, that much he knew. Yes. But it did nothing for how he felt right now.]

Comments

Death by Pastry? But that's my hang-out spot. D<

[histrionicflair.livejournal.com]

[The cakes here are exquisite. Exquisite.

Was here first. What now?]

Death by Pastry

[erostripperella.livejournal.com]

[LET'S MEET BB.

While Stripp didn't indulge in sweets all the time, from time to time she wanted something to energize her. And well, to sweeten her mouth.

SO SHE IS THERE. Buying cakes. With her somewhat revealing clothing WHAT SHE IS A STRIPPER]

Death by Pastry (because he's going to bum some cake off of Edgeworth or die trying)

[kerorogunsou.livejournal.com]

[Keroro has plastered himself to the window of Death by Pastry.]

Keroooo, everything looks so good, de arimasu. Too bad I have to go buy groceries for Eve-dono right now, de arimasu.

[He slowly pulls away from the window with a sigh, fully intending to continue on his way to the grocery store after taking one last look at the pastries. But then he spots the frilly guy he met on the first day.]

Death by Pastry!

[monadmayer.livejournal.com]

[usually there are more available seats here, in her usual spot where she likes to familiarize herself with the multitude of unique people around Death City. It's new, having a menagerie to look at instead of properly dressed fellow citizens, and the novelty hasn't quite worn off yet.

There's a moment of hesitation before the ingrained manners come right back - ]
- Ah, excuse me? Do you mind if I take a seat with you? There's usually more open tables around here.

DEATH BY PASTRYYY

[hasthemunchies.livejournal.com]

[Wow, it really is packed today, isn't it?

Seems like the only table that's available is way in the back.. in the dark. A strange girl sits at it, her table full of various pastries and various beverages.]

Death By Pastry | S-So late on this.

[wings-of-hope.livejournal.com]

[ The pastry shop was one of Ahiru's favorite places to go on break--and that would only be second to the bakery.

Still in her janitorial clothing, she sat at a small table near the window, munching rather happily on a generous slice of strawberry cheesecake, aiming a friendly smile toward anyone who happened to glance in her direction.

It felt good to be able to do this again without worrying about bad things happening. Though it was a long time in coming, she felt herself lapsing back into her more cheerful and carefree demeanor once again. ]