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“I promise I’ll listen. I’m good at that. Remembering things.” That whole thought process was debatable, but Arthur didn’t know that.

Yet.

“That would be pretty cool. I’d love to meet more people but not alone. I’m not nervous or anything but meeting people for the sake of meeting people without any prior connection just feels like my mom trying to sign me up to a play date. We can make it something cool, like missions, or investigating secret areas, or laying down booby traps in places that the youma hunt and prey on people at. That’d be cool, right? We make our strike first to save the most!” Despite the incessant chattering about hopes and dreams and positive thinking, in the end, Izzy was still an immature team. His priorities continued to focus on the less serious aspect of the war, something he knew he had control over with common sense.

You don’t just go up and try talk to a youma. That just lead to getting eaten.

“I don’t like soda either. It burns when it goes down, but it could fit in my pocket so I grabbed it. But hey! There you go! We learned something about one another. And I know my real life and all that is important, but you’re still my friend. And I’m not just going to abandon my friend out of nowhere. Friends come first.”

"Alright. I'm not in any rush to meet new people." Izzy figured if it happened, it happened. There was no point in rushing these sorts of things, especially since he did decently well on his own.

He made a mental note to try to remember the coffee, and tried to also make another note to bring some of his family's cafe brew too. He hated it, but who knew what kinda coffee the Mauvian liked. There were so many flavors and it all just tasted awful and gross to him.

Once Arthur stood, Izzy stood up as well, taking a quick glance at his phone. Good, no call from mom yet, so he was still not exactly late on getting home.

"Client work? Like stuff for hire? ... You get paid for it? What do they pay you in? Cash? Wait, what do you buy? ... Probably more coffee." For a moment, he thought to say what would a cat even use money for, but then again, with this whole thing of being able to be people more, it made sense to get cash.

While Izzy was about to start heading out, after saying goodbyes, he couldn't help but pause.

"... Wait, what? Like... What the hell? Don't you have to like, have job interviews for stuff like that? Didn't you have to meet the people you got the house from in person? Wasn't the whole 'i can be human longer' thing just a recent development?" Some of the whole thing didn't make sense... When he was going house shopping with his parents, it took hours and hours of time to complete. And heck, he knew he didn't know much about the world of sensiness and cats and stuff, but he still scrunched his noes up at that.

"... So like... I don't know about business sense and stuff, but what the heck do you do with graphics design to make enough money for a freaking 'mortgage'? Isn't that like, a thousand something a month? I don't get it..."

Izzy swore he could hear his brain turn to TV static after a bit. It was all to complicated for him to care too deeply about, so he simply nodded while trying to filter out information he needed.

What stuck was working from home, and a meh neighborhood. And a converted shop.

Oh. That. He could remember that!

"As long as you're doing well, that's what matters! And that you're happy, that parts important to. But that does remind me! I kinda live in a situation too. Not the adoption thing but the living over a shop thing. Maybe you should come by too. It's not super glamourous because there's six people living there, but it's nice. And it smells like Coffee since the Cafe is right downstairs. You should most def stop by sometime!"

Izzy watched, grinning to himself, and honestly seemed a little (no, highly) amused at the reaction. It was freaking weird to see someone's eyes do that, but he gently reminded himself that at the end of the day, Arthur was some sort of feline, and that their eyes did do that sorta thing.

"Yup! My mom and dad opened the DeLuna Craft Cafe! We serve coffee and tea and snacks and stuff, and we also have people in maid costumes teach our guests little crafts! Origami, macreme, knitting. It's a whole menu of stuff, and it rotates out between who can do what based on who is working!" He gave his chin a little rub, giving Arthur a long stare... Then Grinned even wider than before.

"If you knew a craft, I bet mom would hire you. She'd find the ears and tails quirky and cute. Plus, free coffee! But you got your whole computer job too, but it's a thought! You can totally come visit whenever!"

"I feel like it would be freaking hilarious to see you get yelled at by my mom for not working and refusing to serve tea. Have you had chai tea? It's nice and spicy and you add milk to it and it's really good. But I'm a Hot cocoa boy myself!" It would be nice to have a day where he just hung out with a friend (besides Toby. Toby was awesome though). Given his luck though, he'd have to work.

And work and work and work.

Not that he could complain too much. He did like his job after all.

"I'll text it to you! And Just let me know, so I can actually make sure there's a free table and someone to serve drinks. I don't always work there. I got a life you know."