for duo;

[extinctive]

[ figaro's no stranger to the concept of "isekai", though it is his first time he himself went on an interdimensional journey. he was then picked up by a young skyfarer together with a blue-haired girl and a little lizard dragon, and everything else is history.

well, it would've been easy to cap it all like that. figaro is soon acquainted with the doctors and pharmacists in the ship who come and go, at the very least, his unique form of magic catching a lot of people's attention -- and not to mention his easygoing personality and dashing good looks, of course. he's not lacking detractors, however, but that's practically the norm wherever he goes.

it just so happens that one of those detractors is the supreme primarch himself.

figaro did try to befriend sandalphon a couple of times, inviting him out for drinks, but sandalphon would always insist on coffee, coffee, coffee. not that figaro hates the stuff, but... come on now. still, the cafe is somehow open at this time of night, so why not pay the place a visit for a while? would be a nice change from all the alcohol he's been consuming since he came aboard.

and boy, were there a lot of alcohol. ]

Ah, Sandalphon! Fancy meeting you here!

[ he says to the sole fucking barista of this establishment. just going to take a counter seat here... ]

Can you tell me about today's specials? I'd like to try something new.

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[Something about Figaro just bothers Sandalphon, though he can't quite put his finger on what. Every time he blows him off, Figaro comes back with another offer for drinks. Most people on the Grandcypher have either adapted to Sandalphon's brusque nature or simply never saw fit to approach the man who nearly ended the world at all, and both of those options have suited Sandalphon just fine. Figaro, though, doesn't seem to have gotten the program. It's not entirely unsurprising for someone who's from another world, but he can't say it's his favorite development that's come with Figaro's arrival.

Lately, Sandalphon's been keeping the cafe open a little later—a request from several of the more research-minded members of the crew, who all seem coincidentally to have hit upon several significant breakthroughs at once and have been running a number of all-nighters, one after another. It's hardly any trouble for Sandalphon; he enjoys his time running Cafe Millennia.

When the door swings open, he gives his latest guest his usual customer-service smile, though it drops a bit once he realizes who it is. He's also not bothering to hide the slight irritation that ghosts over his face at Figaro's comment. Ha ha, very funny.]

Do you say that to every shopkeeper you patronize?

[Still, a customer is a customer. Sandalphon busies himself with drying a cup as he recites the specials for the day.]

If you're looking for something new, the newest thing on the menu is something I've spent the past several weeks perfecting. It's served cold, and it's been steeped that way for just shy of 24 hours. It's stronger than coffee brewed hot, and it's very refreshing.

[In other words, it's cold brew. He's invented cold brew.]

Aside from that, we also have cafe au lait and a latte made with spices Tabina provided me. She told me to call it a "dirty chai," but I'm trying to come up with a better name for it in the meantime. She spent a few days helping me learn how to roast the spices, so I can promise the flavor is second to none.

...And, before you ask, no, I don't carry liquor, and I'd prefer you not add any to my drinks in my own establishment. If you're going to drink alcohol, do it on your own time.

[He's just covering all his bases.]