[Run by humans. Sure. Maybe the owners. But not necessarily all the staff.
Taako's been watching Barry from the other side of the counter since the first day he came in. He's not always out front, spending the mornings in the back with his hands full of pastry dough and flour inevitably on his face. But when Barry starts coming around, he finds it in himself to be behind the counter. Just to get a quick look.
For all intents and purposes, Taako looks like a normal human. His skin is dark and smooth, thick coarse white hair (it's dyed, he insists, he just can't stand the roots showing so it's never seen) usually tied back into a braid or a low bun for his work, and icy blue eyes. No hints of magic or trickery, though he's been accused multiple times on the quality of his muffins alone. But there's nothing anybody can prove. Just a young talented assistant chef at a modest little coffee shop, and who could call him on that?
The integration laws are strict, promising peace, but they're new. Too new for him or his sister, having played this con for plenty of time already. Why should he trust the state to keep them safe? That's never how it's gone. So there's no need to believe that would start now.
He catches not more than a few words with him in the first week Barry spends there, but finally decides to go for it after that. He's talked it over with his sister, extensively so, and he's curious if he can be trusted.
Besides, she thinks he's cute or something. Whatever. Nerd.
Taako waits until he's settled with his drink before sliding into a chair across from him, wrapped scone from behind the counter in hand.]
Sup, homie. Seen you every day this week. What brings you to our little corner of the city?
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Taako's been watching Barry from the other side of the counter since the first day he came in. He's not always out front, spending the mornings in the back with his hands full of pastry dough and flour inevitably on his face. But when Barry starts coming around, he finds it in himself to be behind the counter. Just to get a quick look.
For all intents and purposes, Taako looks like a normal human. His skin is dark and smooth, thick coarse white hair (it's dyed, he insists, he just can't stand the roots showing so it's never seen) usually tied back into a braid or a low bun for his work, and icy blue eyes. No hints of magic or trickery, though he's been accused multiple times on the quality of his muffins alone. But there's nothing anybody can prove. Just a young talented assistant chef at a modest little coffee shop, and who could call him on that?
The integration laws are strict, promising peace, but they're new. Too new for him or his sister, having played this con for plenty of time already. Why should he trust the state to keep them safe? That's never how it's gone. So there's no need to believe that would start now.
He catches not more than a few words with him in the first week Barry spends there, but finally decides to go for it after that. He's talked it over with his sister, extensively so, and he's curious if he can be trusted.
Besides, she thinks he's cute or something. Whatever. Nerd.
Taako waits until he's settled with his drink before sliding into a chair across from him, wrapped scone from behind the counter in hand.]
Sup, homie. Seen you every day this week. What brings you to our little corner of the city?