Luxor || A warm place on Akabat

[t0l]

"Soft head pats aren't on the menu, in case you're searching for them."

Tal simply glared up at the woman with the blankest stare possible, noticing that she hadn't bothered to pick up the second menu that the waitress had left on the table, and as a special bonus, she was still staring him down like his face had just turned into some kind of extinct animal species.

"Yeah, I can tell. Are you, uh, gonna look at the menu or are you just gonna keep gawking at me?"

He reached over and slid the spare menu further towards Aoi, the padded underside of the device allowing it to only scoot a few centimeters before skirting to back a complete stop. Tal awkwardly remained in a forward leaning position for a few more seconds, having expected it to go a bit further across the table, and quietly reverted to his previous stance behind the menu.

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