Just A Day...(Clyde)

[Leon DeHay]

It was fairly early in the morning, the City of Domino just rising while people hustled about to their jobs or other places of interest. Sitting at an outside table of the Kotobuki Cafe, Leon DeHay was taking a rare, relaxing break from his uaual life. Well, almost...he had a laptop in front of him, and was researching certain new cards that had come out that caught his interest. However, relaxing he was. He was wearing not his usual Obelisk Blue Blazer, a sign of his ranking and status, but a brown vest with fake fur, green shirt and a pair of jeans.

His usual boot were on his feet, which were moving back and forth on their ankles to the music that was playing in his hears from his MP3 player. It was slightly warm, despite the season, and very bright. He had on a pair of sunglasses, and a small blue bandanna to hold his hair back from his forehead. His shoulder-length copper hair was tied back in a tail, but kept loose. Leon had a rare smile on his face as he leaned back, a cup of tea in his hand, for all the world just looking like a normal civilian. These were the small moments in life where he could pretend that he lived a normal, boring life, and he loved them.

[Clyde Newman]

Clyde lazily biked to work. He was way early, so he had time to kill. He was in a black sleeveless button up, black slacks and black polished boots. Technically, he was half dressed for work, with his shirt and jacket in the black shoulder bag he had tossed over his shoulder. A few different necklaces dangled from his neck into the open part of his shirt (which was unbuttoned to mid chest). He rolled towards the bike stand and hopped off just before it. As he was working on securing his bike, he took a look around. He would have patio today when he'd actually work, so...

A regular couple, the crazy chick who always drinks 3 cups off coffee and... a new face? He raised a brow before starting away from his bike. He went inside and called the waitress over who was there before him. After a few question, he knew what he was drinking and a gist of what he was doing--which wasn't much. All she had to tell him was 'he's looking at his laptop? I don't know.'

"Thank you, you are so helpful."

He said as he took a breakfast-like item (a slice of pie) from the snack area and headed to the patio. He waved at his regulars and took a seat at a table near the new patron.

"Hey man, what's up?"

He noticed the ear buddies and tried waving at him to get him to look up. Rule one: know your customers to give them the best serves possible. Helps when you can produce idle chit chat and a minor bond--increases tips greatly.

[Leon DeHay]

Leon had taken a break from his research to just enjoy the few cloud that were in the sky, drifting along. He felt a twinge of jealousy at the clouds. Just lazily drifting along every day, all day would be so nice. He sighed and looked down, taking a sip of his tea and taking off the sunglasses. As he took them off, green eyes blinking in the light, he noticed that someone was waving at him. White hair, with some black. Open shirt, necklaces...nope. He definitely didn't know this person. He would remember, he was sure. He quickly thought of all the reasons that someone would wave to him from a nearby table. Leon was sure he didn't look like too many people.

Did the other teen know his father? It was possible, but not plausible. After a few seconds of thinking, he simply paused his music and removed the earbuds, blinking at the other person. "Hello." He returned, slightly confused. He had never been very social, the only people he really talked to were opponents, and a few of the other Obelisk Blue students near his dorm room. It wasn't out of a lack of people skills, he just tended to avoid awkward situations, like friends. If he made a friend who ended up becoming a rival, he didn't want to feel bad when he climbed over them to get to the top. He just blinked at the other teen, saying nothing else for now.

[Clyde Newman]

"What's up? You're a new face here, so I figured I'd get to know you. My name is Clyde."

He got up and walked over to the table, one hand held out to shake with the long haired individual. If he would shake his hand, Clyde would continue with his talking. If not, Clyde would with draw his hand and THEN continue talking. Either way, he was going to socialize. He put the pie down on the table and sat down--inviting himself to sit. His reason? Awkward to start a conversation from a different table.

"I bet this slice of pie, that you are a student..."

He was confident in this--the kid was relaxing early enough in the morning to where he couldn't have been in the morning work force. Too early for a night shift, and didn't seem the type to work a day job. Why? His attire. He was young looking--granted, appearance wasn't everything because Clyde was often mistaken for younger than he was. Regulars, he knew, new faces, normally meant student or visiting family.

[Leon DeHay]

Leon just blinked once again as the other person held out his hand. He reached out his and gave a small shake, before leaning back once more, keeping his face straight as this 'Clyde' sat down at his table. "Leon." He returned. He sensed that he was going to be in this conversation for quite a while, so he wrapped his mp3 in it's earbuds and placed them into his pocket. He also took the sunglasses he'd just removed and slide them into the front of his shirt, so that they were hanging off of it. He considered the other man's statement for a second, then spoke. "You are either very confident that you are correct, or you do not have an affinity for pie. However, since you chose it for breakfast, you must love pie."

He leaned back, resisting to put his arms behind his head, as his father had always said that when speaking to people, especially when you didn't know their intent, to sit upright and keep your expression solemn. He broke that last one, he thought, the smile on his face from analyzing his love of pie. So, this Clyde was confident. As he studied him more, he noticed certain features that made Leon realize he was older then he looks, a few years older then Leon, maybe more than 5. "You are right. I am a student." He paused, looking down at his laptop, then turning the screen to Clyde. On the screen was a simple picture of a card, and old card. Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon was on the screen, with the card's effect displayed next to it and its other details. "Do you play?"

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[Clyde Newman]

Clyde had a smile of satisfaction at being correct that slipped to a contemplative grin. He looked over the screen for a bit then shook his head.

"No, I don't play. Never had an environment that would have others to play against until I moved here. By then, I was too much into the party scene for card games--though poker is fun from time to time. Over the years, I progressed away from the trend those cards have going for them for more of a social setting--clubs, bars, pubs, you name it and I've probably been there, done that. Though, if you like the cards, you must be from the academy instead of any of the local schools."

This meant that he couldn't pretend to know anything about the game--because he didn't know how much Leon knew about the cards. If he was one of the red jacket kids, he could play it off that he knew a bit. If he was one in the yellow category, he could have a decent conversation with a give and take aspect. Though, if he was blue... that would be like trying to teach a class on philosophy with a degree in culinary--pretty much fruitless except he'd learn more things to say to the red coats. Curiosity took over as he took a fork to cut off a piece of the pie.

"So what do you rank? Red, Yellow, or Blue?"

He took a bite of his pie now. Mmm cherry.

[Leon DeHay]

Leon just smiled. The waitress wandered over and he got another order of tea, working on finishing the one he had quietly as he just watched and listened. This man was living the life he had wanted to live. Another twinge of jealousy, but not one out of malice. He contemplated on the question given him for a few seconds as he took the last sip of his tea, then placed the cup down. He could say he was red and keep his skills to himself, but he saw no point in hiding that he was of the elite. Blue. He folded his hands quietly and found that he was starting to relax around Clyde. This should have been ringing alarms in his brain, but if he didn't duel then he offered no speed bumps in Leon's progress. "I tend to enjoy quiet days when I don't have to worry about getting mobbed by fools who think to use my status as their own little pony on the way to fame, or women trying to settle their lives early by finding someone successful." He looked around the cafe's patio, then around at the little shops that were around the area. "So I come to this area or I take a hike to the mountains.

[Clyde Newman]

When the waitress came by, Clyde gave her a two finger wave and a grin. She didn't talk to him--which was fine. He was in a conversation already. He'd harass her when he's on the clock. When he heard him say blue for his rank or dorm--whatever they called it--he nodded his respect to him. Clyde was very glad that he did not dive into a dueling conversation then. He would look the fool and idiot--though a great act for the cuter waitresses for the teens, not that great for a guy.

"Good goin'."

He said after the blue comment. When Leon said his last statement, Clyde could have choked on his pie. Mobbed? At his age? What the hell did his parents do for a living--or what kind of status did this guy have? Instead, he took a rough swallow of his pie. Women trying to settle their... Was this how this generation had to go through? He felt bad for them.

"Shit, man--"

He cleared his throat. Not very professional to curse at your place of work. He glanced around. No one else seemed to have heard him so he relaxed.

"I mean, that sounds like it sucks. Why would people want to mug you or... settle down. That's... adult stuff."

He laughed at himself. Adult stuff he didn't give a damn about.

"Not so much adult but people who have a strong footing in finances, figures, business and politics."

He waited for an explanation--if one would be given--and took another bite of pie. He realized it was almost gone. Blast.

[Leon DeHay]

Leon watched as Clyde took another bite out of his pie, then shrugged. "I'm...slightly well off." He gave a half-shrug, smiling slightly. "Through my father, and someday myself." The waitress returned with his tea and took his old one, and Leon slid a nice tip into her hand and asked for the check. He looked at the clock on his computer and sighed. He had about 2 hours until class, which meant he'd have to leave in about 20 minutes. It was nice, meeting someone new that had no interest in cards or who his Father was. "I'll bet you another slice of pie you work here." Leon then said, looking up. "The lady here will hardly give you two glances, you weren't shown to your seat or anything, and you seem very comfortable." He wasn't nearly as confident as Clyde had been, there were other explanations to these things. However, another slice of pie was hardly detrimental to his funds.

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[Clyde Newman]

Clyde chuckled as he finished the last of his pie and let the fork rest on the plate. He leaned back, letting one arm prop himself in the chair and to let him relax a bit.

"You're right. My shift is actually about to start. Her and I are in a sort of competition. Whoever makes the most at the end of their shift wins. What we win, not really sure, but it's something to pass the time and make work a bit more enjoyable."

Normally, he won because he had longer shifts during the busier part of the day, but it drove her to work harder. Before he was cleaning up after all her mistakes and making sure that she didn't lose it in the middle of her shift. There have even been a few times where he stayed to finish her shift instead of going straight to the club--extra money for the next night, he had always thought of it.

He shifted and checked his phone for the time before pocketing it. He had a bit more time before he had to leave.

"What flavor of pie would you like? I'll bring it out before I start my shift."

[Leon DeHay]

Leon nodded as he explained. It made sense, Clyde seemed like the sort of person that would stay to lend an extra hand. He looked at the clock again, and shrugged. He could stay for a few minutes more to enjoy a nice piece of pie. He thought about it, then just smiled. "Anything but orange, please." Oranges. The vile, horrible, round vivid-colored fruit. Oh, how he hated oranges. He had no idea why he hated them so much. He just disliked the way the color was so vivid and annoying, if bright enough it hurt your eyes. He'd never actually tried an orange before. The one time his father had offered him orange juice Leon had been too suspicious of it as a child to try it. He chuckled to himself. Once his father had tried to make him cut open an orange to eat, and Leon had cut it into so many mangled pieces and squished blobs that it had become unedible. His father had never tried that again...

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[Clyde Newman]

He knocked on the table lightly with a grin.

"I'll be back in a moment."

He stood, grabbing the bag from the table--which he forgot to put in his locker in the back, and went inside. He quickly changed tops to be in uniform and went to the pie counter. Anything but orange? Key lime pie was what they had the most of--must also be the freshest. He cut a fair slice and put it on a serving plate. He didn't clock in yet, but was ready to jump straight into work when it was time.

When he returned outside, the regular coffee-aholic (his pet name for her) seemed to perk up.

"I've about 5 more minutes, dear."

She nodded and went back to reading the morning paper. He sat the pie down in front of Leon before sitting again.

"Sorry that took so long. Went ahead and got ready for my shift. It's Key Lime, slightly bigger slice than we are suppose to give, but a fair reward for a fair game."

Clyde then displayed his hands as if to say 'am I wrong?'

[Leon DeHay]

Leon watched as he stood up and walked into the cafe. As the time passed, he just leaned back and enjoyed the clouds, looking straight up with his neck resting against the back of the chair. He didn't even notice that Clyde had come back until the clink of the plate being set down on the table. He looked down and smiled at the fat piece of pie that awaited him. He never really got to indulge in sweets like this, being kept to healthy food. But a little indulgence every once in a while should be just fine. He nodded his thanks and took a bite. Mmm~ Keylime. He grinned and took a few more bites, enjoying it thoroughly. "This is delicious. Thank you."

[Clyde Newman]

Clyde gave a small shrug, the grin having slipped to a small smile.

"I, myself, have an affinity for sweets and I have to say, this Cafe has the best that I've tasted. Next time, I suggest the Buko pie. A Filipino baked young-coconut custard pie. We didn't have much today, but it's one of my favorites."

He netted his fingers, changing his pose to be more 'proper' and less relaxed. He was in uniform after all. Really, he shouldn't be sitting but his argument: all about the clock. He was about to ask another question, but the waitress from before had returned. She tapped him on the shoulder. She was changed out of her uniform and had an expecting expression. Clyde sighed and stood up, accepting the papers from her tables that had not left yet.

"Well, couldn't last forever, I suppose."

He held out a free hand to shake with the younger chap.

"It was nice meeting you Leon and may we chat again."

[Leon DeHay]

Leon enjoyed these few minutes, and meeting someone that didn't know him well enough to have an ulterior motives. It was a good feeling to just...talk to someone. He continued eating while the waitress came over, then finished with a large bite as Clyde stood up. "If you ever find yourself around the Academy, look me up." Leon slid his laptop back into his messenger back and slung it around his shoulder, standing up. He had a few minutes extra, but it was always better to be early then to be late. He shook Clyde's hand and left money on the check, with a few extra Yen for the girl, then took off, walking at a fast pace towards the ferry. It felt like it was starting to be a good day.

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