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[ Any other day, Ryoji might have been an easy customer, in and out in five minutes with his order of apple cider during the winter months or some sort of fruity iced tea when it's warmer, but too bad Minato has to deal with him today while he's on a Mission. This mission consists of frequenting all the coffee shops around Recollé, sitting quietly at an empty table or vacantly milling around the room like he's trying hard to remember something but cannot... at least until one of the employees calls him out on loitering and asks him to buy something or get out.

His thoughts are broken when Minato speaks up, and Ryoji nearly catches a wisp of familiarity before it's gone in a blink, washed away like waking does to a dream. Oh. Well, "whatever," right? He makes his way to the counter to prop his elbows up on the surface and lean in slightly, shifting the glare of the overhead lighting off Minato's glasses. ]

Could you recommend me something? What's your favorite drink?

[ Something... warm is all he could remember from that dream, incredibly vivid but with so many blanks it can't possibly be anymore more than a dream. And yet it clings to his mind: a very distinct smell to a coffee blend he's unable to find anywhere in the city, a taste he can't recall but is certain would bring the memories back the moment the drink touches his lips, a certain somebody he needs to find, and coffee is his only clue. ]

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