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(ooc: omg please do, lol. 0-0 If it's ok with you. ^_____^' Or we could just rp them as we've been doing thus far, we write out the actions/reactions of whichever one/however many we want in each post? If that makes sense? o-0 *fails at explaining stuff*

"Thanks Max. You don't have to though, if you have somewhere else you need to be...

"Like where?" He gave a small laugh. Where on earth would he possibly need to be at this time? He shook his head. "No, don't worry about it. I seem to be chronically destinationless."

As he opened the door a gust of wind blew angrily through the doorway, but it lessened once they were outside and the cafe door had swung shut behind them. They'd be relatively sheltered from the wind by the tall buildings once they got into a side street. The residential buildings were stacked relatively close together and the streets there conciderably narrower than the roads downtown. Max buried his hands in his hoodie pockets again, watching the pavement as he walked as if interested in it.

He didn't hear the faint sound of the cafe door swinging open and shut again a few seconds after they'd left the cafe themselves, and the footsteps on the pavement trailing a still safe distance behind them. His mind was too preoccupied by the day's events. Maybe not so much the day, but more starting from the time he'd first bumped into Midori. It couldn't have been more than a few of hours ago, and yet he felt as if he'd known her for ages. Sometimes, though not very often, there were people you'd meet with whom you just immediately got along with, as if the two of you were old friends. And yet Max didn't even know her surname. He knew nothing more about Midori other than she was an FBI agent staying in a hotel room in Cascade.

(ooc: lmao I love the "o-0" smiley. xD So cute. *hugs it*)