Here We Go Again

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"We're going somewhere else," he replied through his teeth, evidently annoyed without the slightest bit of sexual undertone in his voice, "And yeah, I got you. Wish I didn't, though." His voice trailed off during his last sentence, allowing him to be comfortably smug as his snide comments without fear of repercussions.

Tal then made a beeline for the exit, ignoring the rest of Komachi's concerns as he pushed the lightweight glass door wide open, stepping out of the cafe and onto the streets of New Tokyo. A series of aluminum bells hooked up to the door jingled audibly, signalling his departure, and he took in a deep breath of fresh, crisp, thunderstorm air, sighing in relief after having been forced to breathe the stench of working-class Kusarians for half an hour.

Rainwater dripped down from the edges of the awning above him, but thankfully the dry rectangular "cutout" it made in the sidewalk was large enough for him to comfortably manuever his free left hand around back to flip his hella-tactical hood over his head, which was adorned with a hella-tactical black beanie. He wasn't one for big umbrellas, since they were unwieldly and definitely not tactical unless one possessed an Eight Diagram Pole Fighter-level of polearm expertise. Smaller umbrellas, on the other hand, were better reserved for people who had no respect for themselves, and as such he opted for the simpler, more utilitarian look, although with a hood and beanie on he looked more like an anarchist Zoner or something than an intergalactic hero.

While waiting for Komachi to get her useless ass outside, he began to take a sip of his coffee, figuring that he might as well finish off what was left of it before it ended up becoming a collection container for rainwater. At the same time, he casually stuffed his free left hand into the respective pocket of his khaki utility pants, moving his feet shoulder-width apart and standing confidenty with a swagger that was unmatched by any other individual in the Sirius Sector.

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