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[If Shadow knew how Shoto thought, about missions and things like that, he'd find how similar they are a bit unnerving. A kid his age, which Shadow doesn't even know how old Shoto could be, shouldn't be thinking about missions and fighting like Shadow does.

Anyway, at the sorry the hedgehog just shakes his head since he's still got cake in his mouth and that would be oh so rude to talk with his mouth full. So it's another moment before he can give his thoughts about the cake.]

It's fine.

[A simple answer, but also the truth. It's not something he would purposefully go out of his way to have, but not something he'd decline if offered.]

[Change of plans here. It's easier framing things as missions when it's a system he's used to, although there isn't much difference here. He's thoroughly steeped in that—fighting. He isn't a "normal" youth, plainly; and still he wants to move forward, grow stronger, isn't complaining at all. Pure intentions winning out at least, although he's still half in conflict, always consumed with nearly obsessively power-chasing.

Though, shockingly little else exists when someone is raised just for that. Luckily, he isn't rebelling (too much), isn't antagonizing others the way his old feelings seemed to. His mentor's noble and simple, and he's completely devoting himself to being his good, proper squire. He needs a rival—a good one—a friend, and isn't aware his restless heart asks through seeking out others. Not yet sparring he's thinking about... He'd planned to win and be done with it, but here he's eyes again watching, distracted wondering recentered on someone else instead.

Chompy—who's eased his mind slow off course, inching him opposite where he's meant to go—hasn't wasted one word on him. His thoughts stray terribly right now; though Shadow needs friends, he'd been saying: more allies and more-than-allies, to not withdraw so much. He's learned a lot from the chao-spirit; and, at the same time, that list of needs reflects Shoto's, his wanting to try at things.

So, here he does. This isn't sparring or fighting, and it's too easy to drift his thoughts from things he ought to be training for, to attempt something soft for once. Only, there's war at home waiting, and he isn't where he's supposed to be, to go, on the frontlines, and instead, he's sitting with cake set in front of them, the quiet's momentary calm seeming all the more fragile now.

He smiles up faintly.]

You don't hate it? [That's good enough for Shoto! He tucks his head, thoughtful.]

I've never been to a real cafe before. [As if they're accomplishing something. He's taking nothing for granted here.] I didn't exactly have the time back home, since we'd been training so much. [And... well, now that he thinks of it,] I guess it hasn't really changed since then... But that's why I'd want to spar sometime, since it's something I'll need to prepare for.

[Eyeing the cake again. He's stealing the strawberry off of it.]

It's just... it isn't just my world I'm thinking about. [I don't want another squire's repeating itself on its loop for him. He's playing this constantly.] I promised a lot of people something.

[A certain chao goes unmentioned here.]

[One good thing about this is Shadow's complete cluelessness of his familiar's hand in setting this situation up, because if he knew about that well...

Shadow would most certainly not be sitting here enjoying cake with Shoto, and at the young man stealing the strawberry off of said cake? Shadow is going to nudge it back towards him.]

I'm not one of lying, so if I did not like it I would tell you. [Which is true, that and a promise that he had made to Maria means Shadow does not lie. Omit things, sure, but never outright lie.

He leans back in his seat now and listens to Shoto.]

That's good, keeping promises.

[He likes his honesty.]

I'll be honest about the coffee, then. [But they're here now, aren't they? The hows and whys hardly mattered, and he thinks, instead, suddenly, that he's been doing things backwards; his life out of order, his casual meetings new and special, among his firsts. He's catching up with things, finally. Not just watching, not looking on through all his mute, quiet envy. And, although neither one's saying much, the human sits brightening and grateful, still contented once his cake's returned, mind less on sweets now.]

But I'll need strength to fulfill those promises. [Far more ability—power.] There's someone important to me right now, but our worlds are completely different, so it's not as if we'll meet again. I can't do more than join the Knights in this town... to be his shield sometimes.

[He's sworn an oath for it!]

What about you, Shadow? I thought we might have similar goals here. Getting stronger, I mean.

[Even if for himself.]

[Honesty is something to be cherished, really.

Listening to Shoto talk about his dedication to someone really makes Shadow think about his own, well, past. How he was dedicated to doing what Maria wished, and how he is trying to do that here as well.

At least as best as he can.]

I guess our goals are similar if only because of the magic we have here. They're different, yet similar, to what I could do at home that I need to practice with them.

[Is that what it is?]

I guess I've found my powers too, in a way. [So to speak.] I've only ever used two elements, so I was surprised at first. Something like this—

[He's holding up fingers now. Snow-bits clustering on his right, flames igniting along his left in tiny, golden-orange embers. Nothing flashy.]

Back home, they're just "Quirks" to us. [Magics.] I'm an emitter-type, normally, but I can use all elements freely now, so switching them's still sort of new for me. Even though it's been a year by now.

[His show of magic fades, gently, and soon he's forcing fixed eyes away, minding his palms a long moment. Picking at words again.]

You're... the ultimate lifeform, right? [Slow and cautious; not challenging, not doubting at all yet. His asking's still wonder.] What was it like for you, before?

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