“Time to get up, Tesla,” Carmen muttered in a slight daze. Giving the little pokemon a nudge on their shared bed, she then plunked herself down onto the bed. While the little pichu whined in his attempt to wake up, she got to work putting on her boots. His eyes still very much so hazy with sleep, Tesla sat up and watched Carmen get ready, although it was pretty clear he was only there physically. Knowing him, he was probably still thinking about candy and sweets, or whatever else it is he dreams about. Eventually though, his expression shifts from one of a brainless zombie to one of inquiry.
“What are we doing?” He questions as he clambers up Carmen’s back. Perching himself on her shoulder, his confusion grew seeing his partner completely ready. “Where are we going? We haven’t even had breakfast yet, and it’s your day off. You hate going anywhere when you don’t have to.”
“Staryubucks. Too tired to make food right now,” Carmen breathed as she stood. Her joints really didn’t want to move and groaned in protest, but her stomach really wanted food and growled to scold them. She chose to listen to the one she needed to live. Moving towards her bedroom door to leave, the teen flipped up her hood.
“Ooohhh, yay! I love their pastries! What should I get? The apple strudel is amazing, but I’ve been craving cake pops… Oh, how about a blueberry muffin? It’s an oldie but a goodie…” As Carmen trudged out of her living quarters, her mouth started watering just a bit at images her partner was creating in her mind.
In an attempt to distract her partner who was unintentionally driving her insane with his food rambling, Carmen tapped him on the head and pointed his attention toward a couple of street performers. Together, they slowed to a stop and watched the performance.
“Did you see that?! He just had cartwheeled up the pillar! Oh, now he’s on the ceiling!”
“Yeah, he’s probably psychic. Not that strange.”
The psychic’s act didn’t last very long, but he did make sure to go out with a bang by popping some small firecrackers. By then, a decently sized crowd was forming, and Carmen and Tesla were slowly being forced to move further away to avoid getting trampled. Tesla wanted to see the next act though, so they remained for a bit. This one turned out to be being performed by an alien. She couldn’t name any species off the top of her head, but that really wasn’t all that strange for her. It was rare for her to remember that type of thing at all. She just never felt a need to. His eyes with their lemon yellow irises, neon green sclera, and long, light reddish-brown, fluffy looking ears were pretty iconic though. There was a possibility he also had horns of some kind, but she couldn’t actually see around the crowd. He looked around her age to, give or take a year, but with him being alien, it was hard to tell.
Regardless, he sure managed to catch the crowd's attention, and keep it, when he started dancing. Carmen was the last person to talk to about dancing, or anything related, so she had no idea how to accurately describe what he was doing. The best she could come up with would be big, strong, flashy movements, that punctuated the beat of the music. It was a good song, too. If he was the one to choose it, he had a good ear. It complimented what he was doing pretty well, with a solid drum, and a strong base. In a way, it kinda reminded her of something Eden would call, “tribal”.
She was so caught up in him and the music, that she didn’t realize he was done until he was taking a bow, and announced with a voice that definitely carried, “Thank you, everybody! Up next, Troy and his pokemon have quite the light show for all of you!” When he rose to his full height, which Carmen enviously realized was on the higher end of the spectrum, a human walked toward the center of the crowd with a Beheeyem and a Flaaffy. Was he…? Was he wearing reflective tape as clothing. She was finally shaken from whatever easily entertained sleep daze she was in by her stomach chewing her out, as the two performers traded places, and carefully started to push her way out of the crowd.
“Okay, we saw the one performance. Let’s go,” She breathed out as she finally slipped away from the hoard of people around her. When did all of them get there?
“Aaawww…” Tesla whined in disappointment.
“Didn’t you want some food?” She questioned.
Tesla opened his mouth to answer, but his stomach did long before he could even get a sound out.
Man, for such a small guy, he got rrrreeeaaalll hungry.
“I’m going to take that as yes,” She teased lightly, as her partner stammered and hid his face in the fabric on her jacket.
There was a bit of a laugh in her voice as she continued on the path to the local Staryubucks.
After a few minutes, the sounds of the street show were behind them, and only the normal noise and sights of the Persephone’s living space. Useless arguments of people trying to haggle to save a couple of credits, the hum of cleaning droids wandering around, crying babies, bratty kids beating on robots that she wanted to strangle… You know how it goes.
To her relief though, Tesla stayed quiet for the rest of the walk, and they made it to the cafe without any other distractions.
The moment the cafe’s door, the smell of coffee, tea, and pastries hit her hard. Despite not caring for the drinks all that much, the pastries were exactly what she needed to satiate her stomach. There was also the fact that she had to check to see if she was drooling, but that doesn’t matter all that much.
Tesla hopped off of her the moment they walked in the door and scampered off to see it they’re favourite table was available, and after confirming it was, jumped right up into the booth.
Carmen puffed out a bit of air in what might have been laughter, when he immediately went straight for the dessert menu in the folder that the server handed him. She then proceeded to do the exact same thing. Not that she would say it out loud.
“Hello! Would you like to see the menu, Miss?”
Carmen blinked at the server, before shaking her head.
“I already know what I want,” She clarified, then gestured to Tesla, “I’m just waiting on him.”
“Alright then. I’ll be back around when the two of you are ready.”
Carmen hummed out of acknowledgment, and looked to her little yellow partner. She’d been worried about how he’d been doing since the Osari incident, but he seemed to be feeling a lot better, and more like himself as more time passed. It would be a lie to say that she didn’t think his eyes suited him now as well. Maybe she could get a skin at one point in the future so it would look intentional, rather then like a mutation… Maybe.
“You have any idea what you want, Tes?”
“Hmmm… I’m stuck between the cake pops, or the apple strudel… What do you think?” He replied, looking up from the menu.
“I’d go for the apple strudel, but it’s up to you,” Carmen offered.
“Hmmm… Okay! I can always get a cake pop later.”
“You good then? Ready to order?”
All too ready to end her stomach’s near constant complaining now, Carmen waved down the server that had spoken to them. He was on the other side of the cafe, with a serving tray balanced on his hand, as he passed out drinks, but he did meet her eyes, and quickly finished up, before tucking the tray under his arm and heading over. Sidling up to their booth, he pulled out a pad and pen in a practiced motion.
“Are we all ready to order now?” He asked in a way that was both friendly, and made it seem like he’d been saying it so much it was more programmed, and less natural, if that made any sense. Maybe he was an android or synth? Who knows? Not like it mattered though.
“Yeah, I’ll take a tiramisu, and two cakes pops.” Carmen ordered, before getting out one of the little scribe-spheres she made a while back. They didn’t do much, but she used them to write and save her stories, plus they were easy to carry around. Made them perfect for her when she was out of her living space.
“I’d like an apple strudel, please!” Tesla replied happily.
“Alright then. I’ll have bring you you’re food in a moment.”
“Thank you!” Tesla added before the server sped off. He stared at Carmen expectedly. When she only looked back with a blank expression, he pouted.
“What? Something on my face?”
“Why do you avoid saying thank you?”
“Don’t see a reason too. Now, foods here. Here’s a cake pop. Eat.”