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Shut up, I wouldn't ask you if I didn't trust that unprofessional opinion.

[ It means a lot to Ayer and he doesn't want Louis to lower the value of that opinion. The words of a cherished person are never anything so superficial. Besides, the revenant is someone who the young brawler strongly recognizes, he has long ago already admired his reliable heart. Louis is the kind of person who will never be irresponsible, and Ayer knows it well. So there's an indescribable warmth running through his body right now, feeling acknowledged for a skill that he's yet to polish confidently.

Ayer will keep at it and he hopes Louis will continue to support him too. ]

I'll make you a drink. What would you like?

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[He can't bring himself to mind at all when Ayer bites back like this, knowing it's truly nothing more than a gentle nip without venom. It's amusing, at the very least, and an endearing compromise to finding his own honesty... so Louis effortlessly smiles back, just as he always will. He leans back over the table, elbows propped up and chin resting on his threaded hands.]

Hmm. Give me your best drink. Whichever one you have the most confidence in, or think I'll like the most.

[An open answer, which might seem unfair—but he has faith Ayer will fulfill it dutifully. It's always nice to try the staff's recommendations after all, and so he looks forward to whatever the other might produce.

These are the kinds of surprises he doesn't mind.]

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Hmph.

[ What's with that vague answer? Is this some kind of challenge? Everyone has different tastes, so what is "best" for one person is not necessarily the same for another. Louis already knows about Ayer's fiery spirit, so he's not someone who would shy away from an opportunity for a trial. The young brawler looks at the revenant for a little while, as if trying to seek a hint from that warm, pretty face. But shortly decides he doesn't need one, and so he's back in the kitchen only seconds later.

Ayer still recalls Louis' preferred flavors from all their previous outings together. He considers not only this, but also the revenant's personality, what he just ate, and the current weather. The ideas collectively fill Ayer's head until an image comes to mind. When something eventually clicks, he gets right on it. Louis will likely want something more water-based to wash down the cream, and considering the hot temperature outside, then a cold drink will do wonders.

The drink takes longer to prepare, but that's because of all the layers it has. Ayer eventually returns with a tall glass, the crushed ice alone enticing to anyone dealing with the summer heat. The drink's layers are bitter tea, milk, and a touch of peach juice. Mixing this all together will balance out the flavors and leave a refreshing aftertaste because of the juicy peach. He sets it down near Louis' hand. ]

Here.

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[With how long it takes for Ayer to return, the revenant begins to wonder if his request was too open-ended. Maybe the challenge was too much...? Well, he did say whichever drink Ayer felt most confident about would've been fine, but maybe the other thought that would've been too easy, then.

While Louis has leaned back in the chair and crossed one leg over the other as he muses, the wait ends up not feeling all that long; soon enough, the brawler's placing an awfully pretty drink in front of Louis, to which he blinks at in a briefly stunned silence.

With a curt nod, he takes a utensil in hand once more—a spoon, this time—and gently pushes past the ice, stirring thoroughly but languidly as to not spill a drop of what has been carefully prepared for him. Once it's been mixed to satisfaction, the colors of the lovely layers blending together into one solid tone, Louis takes the glass in hand and sips.

Within a second, his eyes brighten, and he continues savoring the drink, not daring to pull away just yet. The strong black tea muted by the sweet milk, and an extra fruity flavor apparent even in fragrance... The soft bitterness cutting through the heaviness the earlier dessert had left in his mouth, in a cool drink that goes down smoothly... It surprises him with how hard it is to put down, but he's not going to chug the whole thing like an animal. He has to appreciate it properly, so about a third of the way through, the glass taps against the table again, and Louis nods his approval.]

That's—wow. Really good, actually.

[Once again, his first and foremost honest thoughts. He's not meant to critique this, is he? Because his words are currently limited to how genuinely awed he is over how much he likes this drink.]

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[ It's so cute… Louis is very cute, how the revenant's expression lights up all over again, first from consuming the earlier dessert, and now from trying this picturesque drink. The pinkish hue of the drink resembles the color of the other's cheeks, so charming and difficult not to stare at. As Louis drinks it down with visible enthusiasm, Ayer feels his heart grow in appreciation all over again too. Though feedback would be good for this too, he doesn't ask for it this time. Seeing that pure reaction is more than enough, and he feels his eyes sink down in thought.

Eventually, Ayer turns around to hide his expression as he declares his next set of words with silent honesty. ]

Maybe it's completely selfish for me to say this. But thank you… for living on.

[ Ayer isn't certain if Louis is alive right now by his own decision or if it was someone else's. It's possible Louis never asked to rise as a revenant and would have rather stayed peacefully dead. However, Ayer can't help but say it anyway. He wanted to get this out of his chest, or it'll continue to suffocate him later on. His bandaged hands tightly curl up, squeezing against his own palms. ]

How you're able to speak with me now, and to be able to eat every one of this… I'm thankful…

[ If Louis wasn't alive today, this moment wouldn't be occurring at all. Leaving it at that, Ayer doesn't say any more, and he returns to the kitchen to allow Louis to finish the remaining of his afternoon snack. ]

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[Certainly, those weren't words he'd expected to hear on this simple visit to the cafe. He really has to wonder where it came from; what about any of this could prompt such poignant expressions? What had he done to arouse those words so laden with feelings this painfully pure?

Even if he wracked his brain all day and night for an answer, he might not find one. For all he's come to learn about the other, especially this quickly, there still remained that air of enigma in certain respects—and so Louis is left to wonder what it is that makes him reminisce now, and belay him with that gratitude.

All in all, he comes to the conclusion that whatever brought this on wasn't of import. What mattered most was the sincerity, and how cloyingly he wishes to reciprocate that. Living on was a necessity rather than a choice, he thinks... and there's no way he could've ever predicted the roads that would lead him here, to Prismatica, to Lunatia, to this sweet little cafe... to Ayer.

The how's and why's aren't so important when all he knows is that he's thankful, too. The brawler disappears before he can say as much, of course (why is it always, always the kitchen he escapes to? One of these days, he might just have to catch him before he can)... but it doesn't shake his resolve. He's decided now.

They'll speak more than this, and eat more than this, and even become more selfish than this with time. They'll do all of those things, and be grateful for one another, and be sure to show that, too. His heart is set on it, for when someone so cherished expresses that silent wish for more... it's only natural that he wants to respond to it.

Stirring the spoon in the glass one more time, Louis smiles down at the drink and swears to himself that by the end of the day, he'll tell the other how thankful he is, too.]