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WHO: Midii, Momiji
WHERE: A bakery
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WARNINGS: nada
SUMMARY: Momiji promised to take Midii out for cake
FORMAT: Prose

Momiji, true to his word, contacted Midii after seeing her last accidental use of the network and feeling assured that she was feeling better from whatever problem had been plaguing her. He'd given her a time and the address of his favorite bakery, not being sure she would want him to pick her up. He was curious to get to speak to the child again, on her own she seemed nice enough that he would want to try to befriend her and he had asked for out for the treat because of that reason. Because of Kisa, and his own sister, he did find it easy to take a liking to young children. But the main spark of his curiosity came watching the girl with Trowa. Momiji had to admit he wanted to know the person his old- current?- friend was spending time with. And, he reasoned as he stood out in front of the shop, he would never turn down any excuse for cake.

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Even with all the times they had spoken since her arrival, Midii had been slightly surprised when Momiji insisted on taking her out for cake. True, he had mentioned it before...but that had been during one of her episodes. At the time, she had brushed it off as a means of trying to calm her down.

It wasn't that she didn't like him. Just the opposite, in fact. He was kind and sweet, like many of the individuals she had met. In some ways, a lot like Bakura. Only different. She couldn't quite put her finger on how exactly, but it was enough to pique her curiosity, and get her to accept the invitation.

The weather was unseasonably warm that day, so she left her scarf and gloves in her apartment, heading out only with her winter coat. Which was left partially unzipped. She'd passed by that particular cake shop once before, and was able to remember exactly how to get there without difficulty.

By the time she arrived, he was standing in front. No doubt, waiting for her.

He smiled brightly at her, waving slightly as the she neared both in greeting and to work out the cramps of having them stuck in his pockets so long. Momiji waited until the girl was across him before he started speaking, words coming out quick and a his usual volume of being just a tad too loud for a private conversation.

"Hi! Did you have any trouble finding this place? I didn't really know how good my directions were." He rubbed the back of his head with one had, knocking his hat slightly askew. "I didn't know which places you already knew."

His enthusiasm was slightly off-putting, especially for someone who had grown accustom to being around certain calm, soft-spoken individuals; she initially took a step back in surprise, eyes wide. Then she remembered to smile.

"O-oh, yes. I mean, no. There was no trouble. I knew where to go; I remembered the name of the shop after you told me."

His enthusiasm wasn't, fortunately or not, something that was easily curbed. If he noticed her reaction to his personality, he didn't show it. By now he was rather used to all sorts of responses to how he acted.

"Oh, good." He beamed, motioning to the door. "Let's go in and order then."

It was nothing personal, of course. And she was able to adjust easily enough. Especially once he suggested their relocating inside; she gave a nod and headed for the door.

"I've never actually been inside a shop like this before. What do they sell, exactly?"

He spoke, still rapidly and loudly, as he held the door open and entered after her.

"Really? Well, I think you'll like it! I think anyone would like it really. I mean, who doesn't like sweets?" Momiji rattled off. "But anyway, they sell all kinds of sweets and baked goods here. Pastries, cakes, pies, and breads. Lot's of stuff."

Her mind processed the information as she entered the shop, eyes falling to the large menu board on the far wall. A few words, she were able to recognize...but the majority of it was written in English.

...uh-oh.

She stared at it intently, as if glaring would suddenly translate the foreign words. She hadn't really told many people about her difficulty with written English yet. Aside from Mr. Hank. Not necessarily because she was embarrassed (which she definitely wan't)...but because it frustrated her. That was it.

Momiji didn't notice her staring as being anything off, though he should have thought to ask about the menu. He himself took several months to be able to read English well and the first few times he came to this shop, he had Bakura order for him. And he didn't know anything about where the young girl had came from.

"So what do you want? I think you said you liked vanilla?"

She nodded absently, still trying to identify if anything on the menu actually specified the flavor. Did it start with an "f" or a "v"? Probably a "v". Right?

Eventually, she caved and turned to Momiji. "Which ones say vanilla?"

"Huh?" Momiji glanced between her and the menu. He pointed one out near the top. "Um, that one."

Momiji rocked on his feet, thinking. Hesitantly, he asked, "Can you read it?"

She look up at him, then down in defeat as she lightly shook her head.

"I...know the letters. But it's hard to put them together and sound out all the words." Especially handwritten letters, "English is so much harder than French."

"Don't look so down." Momiji smiled. "I had a lot of trouble reading the words when I first came here. English isn't my first language either. Actually, it's not even my second."

He touched her shoulder briefly. "It gets easier after a while."

She glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye, and gave a slight nod. Straightening her posture, she motioned once more towards the board.

"I know the words crepe and croissant...but what do the others say?"

"There's cake, cookies, cream puffs, pie, and breads. And pastries." He pointed to the words as he said them. "And the flavors are listed under that."

"Bread?" She knew this was a bakery, but bread seemed a little out of place among all the other sweets. "What kind of bread?"

"Sweet bread." He answered. "The kind with fruits and nuts and frosting on it."

That actually sounded really good; as if on cue, her stomach gave a low growl. Midii's arms instantly wrapped around herself self-consciously, glancing up with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry. I guess I'm more hungry than I thought."

Momiji laughed, waving a hand towards the seating area of the bakery. "Then why don't you just tell me what you want and find us a seat? It wouldn't be very nice of me to let you go hungry for much longer."

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She nods, and motions towards the word Momiji had told her said 'bread'.

"One of those please. With the fruit inside."

When she was sure he knew her order, she wandered towards the sit-down area of the cafe. It was only partially full, so there were several options. In the end, Midii found a nice, two-person table over by the window. The kind with stools for chairs and a lovely view.

After paying, Momiji joined the girl by the window and placed the food on the table. The amount of bread he had gotten the girl looked more like half the loaf rather than a few slices and himself had gotten a rather large slice of chocolate cake and a cinnamon bun.

"So." He started. "How have you been since your flute lesson?"

Midii's eyes went wide at the sight of all the food; was he really expecting the two of them to eat all that? Her loaf alone looked more like a meal than afternoon snack. Cautiously, she reached for it with both hands, moving it closer to her. Wondering if she should grab an extra knife to cut it or something.

"Hmm?" She replied absently, distracted by the sweet aroma it gave off. "Oh...umm...fine, really. We're going to try again maybe next week, only without the communicators around."

Yes, Midii. He did expect that.

"I hope it goes well!" Momiji said brightly, stuffing food in his mouth. "I'm really happy to see him making friends."

Edited 2012-01-22 05:27 (UTC)

"He surprised me. I wasn't sure he would want to be."

Her fork poked at the large loaf, trying to pry a single slice from it. Maybe if she ate smaller pieces at a time, it wouldn't seem so much.

"Be friends or the lessons?" Momiji asked around a mouthful.

Somehow, she managed to understand the question.

"Both, I suppose."

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Sorry, internet issues for the past few days

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