[ He seems pleased, walking in ahead of his partner with Sugar rolling between his feet, always inches from tripping him. Once inside, the Ditto pops into the form of a Drifloon and takes on an Espeon, instead. (The better to disguise myself, my dears—)
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Niou leads the way to a table in the corner that gives them a decent view of nearly the entire café, and he pauses there, looking first down at his chair, then up at Yagyuu. How much chivalry does he have to spare today? ]