Uryuu sat at one of those small café tables that seemed hardly practical for more than two people to share. Barely enough room for a couple of coffee mugs, let alone plates for a proper meal. A glance to his watch proved that the hour was naught but five past twelve -- he didn't have class until the evening. It was one of those long stretches of
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His stomach growled at him as he neared the cafe on the way home. It was probably hoping for food that he himself hadn't cooked, or burned, or in someway maimed. Naruto's wallet, on the other hand, could not agree. He wondered if they'd give him a cookie or something for his autograph on the grounds that it could be worth something somedayJust as he turned to take a glance at what they had, a familiar face caught his eye. That one guy... Ishida, was it? Everyone at Lysgar seemed to have strange names. Not that he was one to talk really ( ... )
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The company was certainly welcome, but he wondered who would want to approach him, after all, he hadn't done a good job of making friends here. Actually, he seemed to piss more people off than anything.
When the waitress came around inquiring about orders, he asked for another coffee.
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He gave Ishida a friendly grin and settled into his seat, content to let his mouth run a little. It helped him from getting too nervous when talking to new people in person for the first time. "I'm taking some music classes at the college, ah! I play guitar so like, I just thought I'd sharpen up, right? Plus it's fun, so, bonus, right?"
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He nodded, taking another sip of his freshly-delivered coffee. "Are you in a band or anything? What kind of music do you play?" He asked, focus softly resting on Naruto, seeming interested, but not overwhelmingly so.
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