Here We Go Again

[Omi]

They were leaving so soon? Komachi was surprised and relieved in equal measure - the proprietor had been looking murderous ever since she'd trudged in the door with a small ocean in tow. It was probably better that she walked out of her own free will, because another few minutes of her not buying anything and the man looked liable to snap.

"Okay, but where the hell are we going?" she asked, brushing another strand of damp hair out of her eyes. "And I want that exact quote when you find it. 'Enough' isn't enough, you get me?" Tal's definition of what constituted 'enough' probably didn't mesh entirely with her own - anything with less than eight zeroes in it would already be pushing the lower bounds. Depending on just how hard these crystal-diamond-whatevers were to actually get their hands on, it might even be entirely too little. "Uh, are you okay?" Maybe it was just her imagination, but Tal looked even more depressed than usual. It might have been the coffee - for a man who tried to drink nothing but Arizona iced tea, the nasty liquid might just have been a profoundly unholy experience. Maybe he would need counselling.

"Leave the coffee. Geez, you're gonna kill yourself drinking that thing."

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