Godot couldn't believe it. For the first time in years, he was actually astounded by something, and it wasn't the lack of red in his colour range.
"This is… Really something…" He muttered. Sanae smiled his all-knowing angel smile and replied,
"Well it is straight black, freshly ground Egyptian grade coffee. They have their coffee like a small cup of hot sludge! Very strong indeed." Godot smiled back awkwardly, it had been far too long since the innocent, basic smile graced his features rather than the smug, 'I have you" look. He took another sip of his coffee as he sat alone on the counter, the rain still falling outside the shop. He shrugged.
"Hey, Sanae, how'd you guys find me?" He asked. The question seemed basic enough, but Sanae knew the layers of other questions within it.
"Simple, the boss said he needed people like you and he was ready to steal souls from the Choreographer. I thought he explained that."
The Choreographer hadn't been happy, and there was just reason for that. A soul had been stolen from her jurisdiction. She had followed all the leads, and it lead to him. The Composer. Fan-freaking-tastic.
"So what's this all about, dear sister?" Yoshiya's voice was painfully annoying as it was, no need to add words that didn't apply to their relationship.
"You stole from my souls. I know you like those sick games of yours, but I like knowing all my people are under proper care!" She all but snapped. Yoshiya laughed. He liked seeing this girl riled up, the way her bright red hair would ever so slightly frizz up when she was in anger, her dark indigo eyes take a depth comparable to the Mariana Trench when she was happy, and her sense of style felt effortless. Her jeans covered a generous figure, the loose t-shirt that hung off her shoulder and the band that held her hair off her face… If he wasn't different, he'd say he was in love. He could do with this girl in his dominion.
"Oh, please, I've lost valuable Reapers and I wanted a new challenge… So when I heard that a soul like Godot was out there, I was intrigued to say the least. So I stole one soul, what do you want as compensation?" The Composer still held his joyous expression while the Choreographer was fuming. She sighed and shrugged,
"I want…"
Of course, following meeting the Composer, Godot had written his contract, so was his instinct as a lawyer. Yoshiya had taken him onto the team of Reapers, a position Godot was comfortable in. His co-workers were smart, he liked the team of Kariya and Uzuki. Konishi, from the stories he had heard, would have been a most fierce prosecutor. He laughed at that thought. He remembered von Karma's successor, that crazy lady. Taking a final look at his now empty coffee mug he sighed.
"So how's Phoenix doing these days?" Godot picked up his case and pulled on his trench coat. He placed his hat on his head and faced Sanae, his dark brown eyes meeting with the sunglasses of the relaxed man.
"He's doing well for himself. The Choreographer can put you through to see what's going on, as per the agreement…" Sanae shrugged and rubbed his neck. Godot chuckled and shook his head. Sliding his mask back on, he faced the door, making certain to thank Sanae for the drink. He opened his umbrella.
To him, he'd never notice the scent of dark coffee that stained his clothes.
Hi! Yeah, you'd know me for my work in MMX and YGO, but I'm an Ace Attorney fan, I love TWEWY to the point that it has influenced how I dress and now I collect pins. So I wrote this while listening to the Tournabout Soul Jazz Album and I have to say... Godot's theme feels so... Coffee shop. I know, right? I really need to stop writing for today... Anyway, adios!
I hope Godot had a doughnut with that coffee...