Five minutes later, and the café was empty except for the seishi and miko. Miaka and Tamahome gazed at each other over their coffees…
"Miaka…"
"Tamahome…"
"Miaka…"
"Tamahome…"
"Miaka…"
"Tamahome…"
Yui pouted nearby, staring glumly at the two lovers. Chichiri was on a small caffeine buzz, oblivious to all around him as he played chess against himself. Especially Tasuki…
"Take it off! Take it off!" cried the redheaded bandit, dancing around on a table. He ripped off his shirt, swinging it around in the air above his head. "Ow!" he shouted as he pulled a Michael Jackson move.
"Wai, Mitsukake, he's scaring me!" whimpered Chiriko, hiding behind the massive healer.
"Hn," came the stoic reply. Tama (the cat) jumped up on a nearby table and began imitating Tasuki. Chiriko began to cry.
"Hey, bartender!" Tasuki called to the poor man behind the counter.
"I'm a cashier…" the guy attempted.
"Whatever. Get me another shot! Make that five!" Tasuki held up a hand, wiggling his fingers.
"Why did I ever agree to come here…" moaned Yui, buried in self-pity.
"Checkmate, no da! Oh, no you don't, no no da!" interjected Chichiri's cheerful voice.
"Doshite?"*
*["why" in the lovely Nihongo ^.~]