Cater is all here to talk less about himself and learn more about Rayne, so he's happy to let the conversation shift about the other boy's perspective on things. "You do strike me as a dreamer," he comments, thoughtful in the way he approaches the subject. He could imagine the idea of being a "dreamer" being one that might insult the prefect, but of course that isn't at all how Cater means it.
"I mean, I get the sense that you have big plans for the future. That you want to change the world."
For the better, Cater thinks. Rayne was a hardass but he didn't strike Cater as the kind of person who would work so hard and so diligently to make a darker future. Still maybe he's wrong, so he decides not to speculate on the manner in which he thinks Rayne might be aiming for.
The conversation continues to shift in a direction that requires Rayne to talk about himself, an increasingly complicated subject. Rayne makes a face, his gaze shifting away from Cater to instead look back down to his notebook.
"I do." It's not a secret. Why should he hide it? Not that he wants to go on and on about his own story, his own personal thoughts about the world, the things he wanted to change about it. Not to someone who he barely knows.
Instead...
"What do you find difficult about Practical Magical Application? Is it just boring to you, or do you have some difficulties?" His pen is set down as he asks, his gaze finally lifting back to Cater's.
Cater doesn't like that the topic is shifting back to himself. At least this isn't anything altogether too personal, but the problem is that he doesn't really have a good answer. He could lie, of course, but it's too silly of a thing to waste to much energy coming up with excuses over. Even if he has bad reasonings, he still has a feeling that Rayne would prefer to have an honest answer. Welp, time to steel himself for disapproval.
"It's not that it's difficult or boring. I just don't see the point in trying to be any better than I already am."
That's one thing Cater could rely on Rayne for: to never ask a personal question, not while they were just classmates. With Rayne planning on staying that far apart, planning on never becoming MORE than classmates, it's unlikely he'd ask anything personal unprompted, unless it was absolutely necessary.
Cater's answer does get a look of disapproval from the prefect, his chin tilting up in that telltale sign of disgust.
"Staying the same, being stagnant in your progress. That's worse. Foolish. What's even the point of trying at all if that's how you see it?" This was the type of attitude he couldn't stand. Getting right to the line of passing, never trying harder to improve themselves. What's the point of trying at all if you don't strive to be the best you can be, even at the cost of yourself?
... Maybe Rayne was a little too intense when it came to this, but what of it? He had to be.
It's a harsh thing to say, and underneath his smiling mask, it does hit a part of Cater a little too hard. Things he's called himself, when he's all alone in his dormitory. What was the point of even going on? But of course, it's the fact that he's shared such sentiments that he can take hearing it so unblinkingly. Cater chuckles, shrugging.
"Who knows, right?" Clearly, he's just a laissez-faire kinda guy, only one step up from being a troublemaker. "I don't have any aspirations, so it really doesn't matter much either way."
Surely, so long as he lived every day to its fullest, he wouldn't have any regrets. Surely, all he needed was to have fun.
"That's why I have trouble focusing any harder on subjects that I'm not super interested in. I'm not some kind of delinquent, but I'm not a very good student, either."
Something was deeply wrong with Cater. The moment he took that with a smile, with a laugh, that's when it hits Rayne that Cater wasn't really normal. No one would be able to tell in his unchanging expression, not even Cater, but Rayne's perception of him was slowly shifting over the course of this conversation. The only hint of anything would be the slight narrowing of his eyes.
"A life without aspirations is meaningless -- worthless." Another harsh set of words leaves his lips, followed up by something possibly surprising: "Find something small. Build up to bigger aspirations. It can be something as tiny as wanting to taste a certain kind of snack in the coming days or petting a soft animal. You don't have to have a major goal in life. Find something, anything to cling to."
For Rayne, that small thing to cling to was his brother, no matter how hard he pushes him away. More recently, he had his rabbits, too.
"We'll train together. For now, that will be your aspiration. To show me what I know you're capable of. I've seen you with your magic, Cater. You're not as pathetic as you make yourself out to be. You have potential."
Cater's expecting the continued insults, bears down that accusation of worthlessness unflinchingly...so when Rayne follows it up with encouragement, it takes him by such a shock that his smile cracks. For a quick moment, he regards Rayne with a blank, appraising look.
Rayne was offering to train with him? To be his aspiration? On one hand, it was kind of egotistical, to put himself in that position. On the other...it was pretty sweet of him, wasn't it? To give Cater a reason, if he couldn't find anything else. His smile comes back, but softer this time, not anywhere near as plastic.
"If you talk like that, you're gonna make me fall for you."
Propping his chin on his palm, his smile fills up his eyes in a way that it usually doesn't.
"Okay, deal. If you're going to be so generous, what choice do I have but to step up?"
Egotistical, yes, but it was all that Rayne could do, wasn't it? All he had to offer anyone, in Cater's position. His job was to look out for the students under his purview, to make sure he did what he could to support them through their school life. This might be a little bit of a stretch of that, sure, but... if he wanted to change the world, to make it a better place...
Even his harsh words needed a sweetness to them, at times.
"Don't." Rayne replies easily, to that first comment. Falling for him? No, the very idea was even more stupid than anything Cater had said during this conversation.
Oh, but that smile. That smile-- the sight of it was so different than the other one. Rayne can feel his heart pick up its pace in his chest. A decision is made, then and there. Not a conscious one, not nearly close enough to the surface for Rayne to realize it had even been made at all.
"Good." Leaning back in his chair, Rayne nods, seeming contented with the acceptance.
"We'll start tomorrow. To motivate you to work extra hard-- if you can put your all into it, find something within the realm of Practical Magic that pushes you to learn more or that makes it easier for you to focus on the subject, I'll spend one day with you in town." Cater's asked enough times that this should be ample motivation, right?
Rayne is very likely going to regret this, if the way Cater completely perks up is any indication. Forgetting for a moment that they're in the library, his voice gets a little too loud. "For reals? You promise?"
He thrusts out his pinky, not even caring how foolish that is.
"No takebacks, okay? If I put in my all, you'll go out with me?"
"Shh!" Rayne immediately shushes him, with a finger against his lips. The small scolding falls away easily, as his eyes now stare down at that pinky held out to him in offering.
How.... childish. It makes his chest hurt, for a second. The person on the other side of this table wasn't Finn, but the offered pinky-- it reminds him of another time, another part of his life, that he'd shoved so far away he couldn't even reach back for it.
He'd broken that promise to Finn, hadn't he? What did promises mean, when he broke them so easily?
Still, Rayne's pinky ends up hooking with Cater's.
"That's right -- I won't take it back. I don't say things that I don't mean."
Cater wanted to see his notes? Was-- oh, gods, was he actually going to get on this immediately? Was this something Rayne was going to realize was a total and utter mistake on his part?
With a nod, he pulls his hand back, moving to grab at his bag again. He pulls out a second notebook, setting it on the table and sliding it towards Cater.
"This one holds my notes from Practical Magic for this year. If you have trouble following any of the diagrams I've drawn, we'll go over them tomorrow."
... Could he use the notes Cater made? Possibly. He could at least cross reference his own notes with Cater's.
It's hard to say if Cater's notes are going to be any more helpful than Rayne's, if his love of the field of study provided any further insight, but Cater produces the corresponding notebook and hands it over in trade.
"Oh, ignore the doodles--ha, this is gonna be fun!"
So, where was he going to take Rayne? As he flips open the other boy's notes to get to work, he can't stop smiling. He'd have to wait until he was finished with his review to really get to planning, but there was no way it wasn't happening. The question was simply how fast Rayne would acknowledge him.
With a nod, Rayne accepts the notebook, opening it up to already begin looking through them. His thumb traces one of the doodles within it, as he looks over them.
... Cater drew cute little doodles, even for subjects he enjoyed, huh?
It's almost too precious. Something endearing that Rayne was learning about Cater.
....... How did they go from sharing notes to this? Rayne was leaning against the wall outside of Cater's dorm room, dressed in a simple outfit to go out with him -- a button up, tie, and dress pants. Pretty much the same as his uniform, minus his robes. Their second training session, the day before, had gone too swimmingly. He'd made progress, and-- really, Rayne would be hypocritical if he went back on this promise.
So there he waits, his hands shoved in his pockets, staring off further into the hallway. He'd arrived a few minutes early - Cater'd come out when he was ready, he's sure.
It was almost as if Cater knew just how much potential he was squandering. The way that he went above and beyond in class the following day had shocked their instructor, who had openly praised the apparent slacker for stepping up. Cater couldn't promise that it would last, but he did eat up the attention, beaming at Rayne all the while.
Does that do it? he almost seemed to be asking with that cheeky grin of his.
When he emerges from his dorm, Cater is dressed much more casually, trendy in a loose-fitting top and accessories. He pauses when he takes in what Rayne is wearing and can't help letting out a bit of a laugh. "You don't go into town all that much, do you? Here, let's loosen you up a little bit."
Without asking for permission, he reaches to undo Rayne's tie.
All the while, Rayne found himself confused yet enraptured. How was he supposed to take his eyes off of Cater when he stepped up in class, when he was proving himself in such a way, as if trying to show off just how much he could do when he put his mind to it.
It did do it. Cater's unspoken question was answered when Rayne told him they'd be going out the next day, in a small private moment during their training.
As Cater comments on his appearance, Rayne's brows furrow-- and before he can comment or complain, Cater's hand is on him, undoing his tie. This closeness was something he hadn't experienced from anyone but Finn in years. It's enough to catch him off guard, to make him pause.
"What's wrong--.. with looking proper-" Rayne finally gets the words out, batting at Cater's hand to get it off of him. Hey, he could've been far harsher with that slap, to actually remove him... but he hadn't. Was Cater getting a pass????
"There's nothing wrong with it, but if you can't dress down now, when can you?"
Knowing how intense Rayne can be when he doesn't want something, Cater's absolutely taking advantage of those halfhearted attempts to get him away, soldiering on until the tie is removed and he's undone the top of the shirt's buttons.
"There, that's a little better. I'll give this back to you once I'm safely returned to my dorm." Yes, he's holding the tie hostage. Cater rolls it up and hides it in one of his pockets before reaching to wind his arm in Rayne's. Maybe that's pushing his luck, but that isn't stopping him.
"First stop: coffee! Or tea, if that's your preference."
How... immature, really, to steal the tie and keep it hostage. Rayne seems unamused, though he doesn't actually complain. It's fair enough, he supposes, to keep something of his to make sure Rayne got him back safely, even if he's not sure why Cater would worry about that.
It's when the arm tries to attach that Rayne brings his own arm back harshly, almost by instinct. As if he thought-- well. It was too close, that's all. That's Cater's warning, a physical warning, without a single word. Then, his hand slips back into his pocket.
"Coffee is more what I prefer." It depended. Shifting, Rayne begins to take a few steps down the hallway, assuming that Cater would follow.
"Where all are we going? Did you make plans, or did you expect me to?"
Cater had gotten ahead of himself--he realizes as soon as Rayne moves back from him. He doesn't protest, doesn't even acknowledge that it happened, choosing instead to move on from the situation before it gets too awkward.
"Samesies! I'm hella into that bean water." Of course, he follows right along, hurrying to catch up before Rayne gets too far ahead of him. "I took the liberty of coming up with an itinerary; I thought you'd appreciate it more to have a game plan instead of leaving it all loosey-goosey."
Luckily for Cater, it seemed like Rayne was willing to let the awkwardness of that momentary fumble fall away. Normally, it's so easy to annoy and frustrate Rayne, but something like that? No, it was nothing more than a little mistake, something they could push past.
Rayne doesn't stop him from chattering on and on as they walk. Cater might notice at a few points Rayne slips his hand back behind his lower back, pressing his hand there to gently lead Cater out of someone's way if he's ever not paying enough attention. There were a few people out and about, enough that they did need to watch where they were going.
Hopefully not enough that he'd be recognized. No, it's very likely he would be.
Still, the sleepy little place Cater leads them into seems comfortable. Rayne's eyes scan the building as they step in together, his hands once more to himself, in his pockets.
"Have you been here before?" It really didn't seem like a place Cater would go.
By the time they're in the store, Cater's in high enough spirits that the earlier mistake may as well not have happened. He nods. "A few times now, yeah. I like to come here by myself; it's a really nice atmosphere to sit and think in. I know I told you I wanted to take you to places I wanted to try...but I thought you'd like this better."
He nods toward the tables. "Do you mind grabbing a seat? Anywhere you like. I'll order the coffees."
The menu was pretty small, but they had a certain specialty that Cater wanted to surprise Rayne with, so he hoped the other teen would go along with it.
Cater... had actually put thought into this. Had decided on a place that he thought Rayne would like, over dragging him somewhere he wanted to try. It's difficult, impossible even, to describe the feeling in his chest when he hears that.
Instead of questioning that feeling, Rayne nods. "Alright-- sure."
No way was he going to admit that Cater had done a good job selecting the place. His hand brushes against Cater's shoulder as he leaves his side, a motion to show where he was headed - towards a more secluded area of the cafe, where hopefully the calm would be even more prominent.
Even though it's just an acknowledgement, Cater feels a lightness in his chest at Rayne's brush against him. He's all smiles, feeling giddy as he places an order in at the counter. Paying for the coffees, he finds the tucked away corner that Rayne selected and joins him. "It'll just be a few minutes."
He's just passing the time explaining how he first found the place when a server brings them their cups. The hot coffees are adorned with precious pieces of art in the foam topping: a bunny for Rayne and a cat for Cater.
"I saw the doodles you added in my notebook," he admits. "With yours and mine together, they reminded me of this."
Cater wasn't going to pay for everything today, on this excursion, but... well, Rayne couldn't exactly go up and pay for their drinks if Cater had been ordering for them. His arms rest against the table as he waits for Cater to join him, his eyes focused over on the other teen up until the moment he spotted him.
Ugh, why was Cater so-- Enticing.
A calm quiet settles over him as he listens to Cater's explanation, something about how he'd found this place. The moment their cups are placed in front of them, though...
Rayne's eyes widen. Blinking at the two cups, his face begins to dust a light pink. "I--" Rayne seems to be ready to defend himself, to make up some excuse for the doodles he'd left in that notebook of his. Both of his hands come out, grabbing carefully at the mug with the bunny foam topping. He brings the cup close to himself, admiring the art.
Lifting his eyes briefly up to Cater, he's quickly looking back down at the art.
"... I like it." He mutters out, the quietest admission possible. Slowly, he pushes the cups back together, looking at both pieces of art atop their drinks. "They match." He states the obvious. It's clear as day - Rayne Ames is enamored.
Cater had been hoping that Rayne would like it, of course, but he hadn't anticipated such a reaction. It was cute, and Cater couldn't get enough. He wanted to memorize every piece of how Rayne's expression had shifted. The way he admired the art, the way that he seemed so sheepish all of a sudden.
He feels his own face heat up a little as he realizes he's staring, fishing out his phone so he can immortalize the drinks. "IKR? That's exactly what I was thinking! Here, let me take a picture of them before we mess them up."
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"I mean, I get the sense that you have big plans for the future. That you want to change the world."
For the better, Cater thinks. Rayne was a hardass but he didn't strike Cater as the kind of person who would work so hard and so diligently to make a darker future. Still maybe he's wrong, so he decides not to speculate on the manner in which he thinks Rayne might be aiming for.
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"I do." It's not a secret. Why should he hide it? Not that he wants to go on and on about his own story, his own personal thoughts about the world, the things he wanted to change about it. Not to someone who he barely knows.
Instead...
"What do you find difficult about Practical Magical Application? Is it just boring to you, or do you have some difficulties?" His pen is set down as he asks, his gaze finally lifting back to Cater's.
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Cater doesn't like that the topic is shifting back to himself. At least this isn't anything altogether too personal, but the problem is that he doesn't really have a good answer. He could lie, of course, but it's too silly of a thing to waste to much energy coming up with excuses over. Even if he has bad reasonings, he still has a feeling that Rayne would prefer to have an honest answer. Welp, time to steel himself for disapproval.
"It's not that it's difficult or boring. I just don't see the point in trying to be any better than I already am."
He was decent, passing. Wasn't that enough?
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Cater's answer does get a look of disapproval from the prefect, his chin tilting up in that telltale sign of disgust.
"Staying the same, being stagnant in your progress. That's worse. Foolish. What's even the point of trying at all if that's how you see it?" This was the type of attitude he couldn't stand. Getting right to the line of passing, never trying harder to improve themselves. What's the point of trying at all if you don't strive to be the best you can be, even at the cost of yourself?
... Maybe Rayne was a little too intense when it came to this, but what of it? He had to be.
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"Who knows, right?" Clearly, he's just a laissez-faire kinda guy, only one step up from being a troublemaker. "I don't have any aspirations, so it really doesn't matter much either way."
Surely, so long as he lived every day to its fullest, he wouldn't have any regrets. Surely, all he needed was to have fun.
"That's why I have trouble focusing any harder on subjects that I'm not super interested in. I'm not some kind of delinquent, but I'm not a very good student, either."
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"A life without aspirations is meaningless -- worthless." Another harsh set of words leaves his lips, followed up by something possibly surprising: "Find something small. Build up to bigger aspirations. It can be something as tiny as wanting to taste a certain kind of snack in the coming days or petting a soft animal. You don't have to have a major goal in life. Find something, anything to cling to."
For Rayne, that small thing to cling to was his brother, no matter how hard he pushes him away. More recently, he had his rabbits, too.
"We'll train together. For now, that will be your aspiration. To show me what I know you're capable of. I've seen you with your magic, Cater. You're not as pathetic as you make yourself out to be. You have potential."
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Rayne was offering to train with him? To be his aspiration? On one hand, it was kind of egotistical, to put himself in that position. On the other...it was pretty sweet of him, wasn't it? To give Cater a reason, if he couldn't find anything else. His smile comes back, but softer this time, not anywhere near as plastic.
"If you talk like that, you're gonna make me fall for you."
Propping his chin on his palm, his smile fills up his eyes in a way that it usually doesn't.
"Okay, deal. If you're going to be so generous, what choice do I have but to step up?"
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Even his harsh words needed a sweetness to them, at times.
"Don't." Rayne replies easily, to that first comment. Falling for him? No, the very idea was even more stupid than anything Cater had said during this conversation.
Oh, but that smile. That smile-- the sight of it was so different than the other one. Rayne can feel his heart pick up its pace in his chest. A decision is made, then and there. Not a conscious one, not nearly close enough to the surface for Rayne to realize it had even been made at all.
"Good." Leaning back in his chair, Rayne nods, seeming contented with the acceptance.
"We'll start tomorrow. To motivate you to work extra hard-- if you can put your all into it, find something within the realm of Practical Magic that pushes you to learn more or that makes it easier for you to focus on the subject, I'll spend one day with you in town." Cater's asked enough times that this should be ample motivation, right?
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He thrusts out his pinky, not even caring how foolish that is.
"No takebacks, okay? If I put in my all, you'll go out with me?"
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How.... childish. It makes his chest hurt, for a second. The person on the other side of this table wasn't Finn, but the offered pinky-- it reminds him of another time, another part of his life, that he'd shoved so far away he couldn't even reach back for it.
He'd broken that promise to Finn, hadn't he? What did promises mean, when he broke them so easily?
Still, Rayne's pinky ends up hooking with Cater's.
"That's right -- I won't take it back. I don't say things that I don't mean."
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"In that case, can I see your notes?"
Even if not, he knew what he was going to be studying tonight even after they left the library. Today has been an amazing day!
"I'll trade you mine from fortune telling."
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Was-- oh, gods, was he actually going to get on this immediately? Was this something Rayne was going to realize was a total and utter mistake on his part?
With a nod, he pulls his hand back, moving to grab at his bag again. He pulls out a second notebook, setting it on the table and sliding it towards Cater.
"This one holds my notes from Practical Magic for this year. If you have trouble following any of the diagrams I've drawn, we'll go over them tomorrow."
... Could he use the notes Cater made? Possibly. He could at least cross reference his own notes with Cater's.
"Alright."
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It's hard to say if Cater's notes are going to be any more helpful than Rayne's, if his love of the field of study provided any further insight, but Cater produces the corresponding notebook and hands it over in trade.
"Oh, ignore the doodles--ha, this is gonna be fun!"
So, where was he going to take Rayne? As he flips open the other boy's notes to get to work, he can't stop smiling. He'd have to wait until he was finished with his review to really get to planning, but there was no way it wasn't happening. The question was simply how fast Rayne would acknowledge him.
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... Cater drew cute little doodles, even for subjects he enjoyed, huh?
It's almost too precious. Something endearing that Rayne was learning about Cater.
....... How did they go from sharing notes to this?
Rayne was leaning against the wall outside of Cater's dorm room, dressed in a simple outfit to go out with him -- a button up, tie, and dress pants. Pretty much the same as his uniform, minus his robes. Their second training session, the day before, had gone too swimmingly. He'd made progress, and-- really, Rayne would be hypocritical if he went back on this promise.
So there he waits, his hands shoved in his pockets, staring off further into the hallway. He'd arrived a few minutes early - Cater'd come out when he was ready, he's sure.
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Does that do it? he almost seemed to be asking with that cheeky grin of his.
When he emerges from his dorm, Cater is dressed much more casually, trendy in a loose-fitting top and accessories. He pauses when he takes in what Rayne is wearing and can't help letting out a bit of a laugh. "You don't go into town all that much, do you? Here, let's loosen you up a little bit."
Without asking for permission, he reaches to undo Rayne's tie.
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It did do it. Cater's unspoken question was answered when Rayne told him they'd be going out the next day, in a small private moment during their training.
As Cater comments on his appearance, Rayne's brows furrow-- and before he can comment or complain, Cater's hand is on him, undoing his tie. This closeness was something he hadn't experienced from anyone but Finn in years. It's enough to catch him off guard, to make him pause.
"What's wrong--.. with looking proper-" Rayne finally gets the words out, batting at Cater's hand to get it off of him. Hey, he could've been far harsher with that slap, to actually remove him... but he hadn't. Was Cater getting a pass????
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Knowing how intense Rayne can be when he doesn't want something, Cater's absolutely taking advantage of those halfhearted attempts to get him away, soldiering on until the tie is removed and he's undone the top of the shirt's buttons.
"There, that's a little better. I'll give this back to you once I'm safely returned to my dorm." Yes, he's holding the tie hostage. Cater rolls it up and hides it in one of his pockets before reaching to wind his arm in Rayne's. Maybe that's pushing his luck, but that isn't stopping him.
"First stop: coffee! Or tea, if that's your preference."
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It's when the arm tries to attach that Rayne brings his own arm back harshly, almost by instinct. As if he thought-- well. It was too close, that's all. That's Cater's warning, a physical warning, without a single word. Then, his hand slips back into his pocket.
"Coffee is more what I prefer." It depended. Shifting, Rayne begins to take a few steps down the hallway, assuming that Cater would follow.
"Where all are we going? Did you make plans, or did you expect me to?"
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"Samesies! I'm hella into that bean water." Of course, he follows right along, hurrying to catch up before Rayne gets too far ahead of him. "I took the liberty of coming up with an itinerary; I thought you'd appreciate it more to have a game plan instead of leaving it all loosey-goosey."
And of course, if Rayne doesn't stop him, he'll chatter on about this-and-that the entire way to their first stop. It's an understated café, a sleepy little place that doesn't seem particularly busy. One would think that Cater would go for the most trendy, bustling places, but this one is easy to overlook.
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Rayne doesn't stop him from chattering on and on as they walk. Cater might notice at a few points Rayne slips his hand back behind his lower back, pressing his hand there to gently lead Cater out of someone's way if he's ever not paying enough attention. There were a few people out and about, enough that they did need to watch where they were going.
Hopefully not enough that he'd be recognized. No, it's very likely he would be.
Still, the sleepy little place Cater leads them into seems comfortable. Rayne's eyes scan the building as they step in together, his hands once more to himself, in his pockets.
"Have you been here before?" It really didn't seem like a place Cater would go.
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He nods toward the tables. "Do you mind grabbing a seat? Anywhere you like. I'll order the coffees."
The menu was pretty small, but they had a certain specialty that Cater wanted to surprise Rayne with, so he hoped the other teen would go along with it.
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Instead of questioning that feeling, Rayne nods. "Alright-- sure."
No way was he going to admit that Cater had done a good job selecting the place. His hand brushes against Cater's shoulder as he leaves his side, a motion to show where he was headed - towards a more secluded area of the cafe, where hopefully the calm would be even more prominent.
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He's just passing the time explaining how he first found the place when a server brings them their cups. The hot coffees are adorned with precious pieces of art in the foam topping: a bunny for Rayne and a cat for Cater.
"I saw the doodles you added in my notebook," he admits. "With yours and mine together, they reminded me of this."
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Ugh, why was Cater so--
Enticing.
A calm quiet settles over him as he listens to Cater's explanation, something about how he'd found this place. The moment their cups are placed in front of them, though...
Rayne's eyes widen. Blinking at the two cups, his face begins to dust a light pink. "I--" Rayne seems to be ready to defend himself, to make up some excuse for the doodles he'd left in that notebook of his. Both of his hands come out, grabbing carefully at the mug with the bunny foam topping. He brings the cup close to himself, admiring the art.
Lifting his eyes briefly up to Cater, he's quickly looking back down at the art.
"... I like it." He mutters out, the quietest admission possible. Slowly, he pushes the cups back together, looking at both pieces of art atop their drinks. "They match." He states the obvious. It's clear as day - Rayne Ames is enamored.
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He feels his own face heat up a little as he realizes he's staring, fishing out his phone so he can immortalize the drinks. "IKR? That's exactly what I was thinking! Here, let me take a picture of them before we mess them up."
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