The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

"OH! Kevin! Hi." Kipp said, smiling at his sudden appearance. He had spotted Alex grabbing the food Noah had been reaching for, and since Cam had also just done that, he was expecting some kind of fight to break out and was attempting to put himself between the two boys before that happened. "Uhh, which one of these kids is yours? Do you have a kid?" He asked, randomly grabbing a handful of what looked like sweet potato french fries and dumping them on to Noah's plate.

Kevin was surprised by Kipps quick reaction to his arrival.
Hello, Kipp,” he replied as he grinned down at him, surprised with his own ability to remember the winged man’s name.
He cocked his head, his brows furrowing as Kipp stepped between the two boys. “Kids? Mine? No, I don’t have kids,” He replied, quickly shaking his head. “But I can help if you need it.”
 
Alex was about to let loose a drowsy protest, but then he saw Noah reach for the food. With that one gesture, the ancient instinct of children was ignited inside him like a phoenix bursting out of ash.
Competition.
Alex’s hand shot out, not as quick as lightning, but perhaps as quick as a well-fed snake. His fist shot up victoriously as he grasped his prize: bread.


Charlie looked between Juliana and Korim. All he knew was that everyone was trying to take his thneed. However, at this point he had lost his train of thought and forgotten what a thneed even was or why everyone kept saying it. His memory of what he had just said about thneeds had been wiped away as he tried to figure out why he was being stared at.
When Korim got distracted, Charlie slowly moved a finger towards his nose, determined to poke it. Then, he was released and instantly became absorbed with the katana- the thneed? -again.
(This Alex post is hilarious)
Noah scrunched up his nostrils and grabbed for Alex’s bread. “Heyy no fair!” He said. “He gets bread and I don’t?” He made a grab for Alex’s bread, but Cam batted his had down.
“You already got bread,” Cam the nutritionist said, through a mouthful of bread. “What’s fair is if I get some too! So I get yours. Communism. Maybe you’ll get bread after you’re done.”
Noah pouted as he ate the orange fry things. At least they weren’t sweet like sweet potatoes, he hated sweet potatoes.
( IKR XD they can just exist right? We don't need to keep it going. )

Vies would have instantly accepted, except rules being as they were she wasn't supposed to let customers help. She looked Charlie up and down as she tried to decide just how much Thela would care if she broke that rule. Probably not much at all.

She tried not to laugh at how hard he was trying to impress her, and nodded with a suppressed smile that showed her dimples.
"I need to move that table." She said pointing at one of the heavy round wooden tables in the middle of the floor.
Korim nodded and lifted the table pretty easily, because mild super-strength, you know? He could tell by the girl’s raised eyebrows that that table was usually pushed.
He winked.
Thus continued his playful eagerness to please her.
 
Kevin was surprised by Kipps quick reaction to his arrival.
Hello, Kipp,” he replied as he grinned down at him, surprised with his own ability to remember the winged man’s name.
He cocked his head, his brows furrowing as Kipp stepped between the two boys. “Kids? Mine? No, I don’t have kids,” He replied, quickly shaking his head. “But I can help if you need it.”
"Uhhh, sure!" He answered, looking at Torin who'd fallen asleep. "Maybe, get him to eat?" He suggested, remembering that Chion existed, and was around somewhere and should probably eat too. But then, the tailor had outfitted her with some mens clothes and now he wasn't entirely sure which Korim she was. "Or track down Chion, she's around here somewhere. Uhh, she looks just like that other guy though... I don't know his name. New-ish guy?"
 
"Uhhh, sure!" He answered, looking at Torin who'd fallen asleep. "Maybe, get him to eat?" He suggested, remembering that Chion existed, and was around somewhere and should probably eat too. But then, the tailor had outfitted her with some mens clothes and now he wasn't entirely sure which Korim she was. "Or track down Chion, she's around here somewhere. Uhh, she looks just like that other guy though... I don't know his name. New-ish guy?"
Kyle and Rylie sought to locate remaining children.
Elon had been fed with the Borealans.
“What? Chion looks like which guy? Who is she?” Kyle asked.
 
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Kyle and Rylie sought to locate remaining child.
Elon had been fed with the Borealans.
“What? Chion looks like which guy? Who is she?” Kyle asked.
(I'm tagging you again @Butterscotchbitesfinger so you can find where I've mentioned Fred.)
Kipp pointed at Korim. The real Korim, expecting no normal person to be making a complete fool of themselves in their own body. "That's Chion. And Fred's around here somewhere. He probably put her up to it." He said, knowing Fred had a bit of a mischievous streak, even if he liked to pretend he was all grown up and mature.
 
(I'm tagging you again @Butterscotchbitesfinger so you can find where I've mentioned Fred.)
Kipp pointed at Korim. The real Korim, expecting no normal person to be making a complete fool of themselves in their own body. "That's Chion. And Fred's around here somewhere. He probably put her up to it." He said, knowing Fred had a bit of a mischievous streak, even if he liked to pretend he was all grown up and mature.
“Got it,” Kyle said, looking where he was pointing. “The Korim duplicate.” He remembered the Korim duplicate hanging around on occasion.
He spurred Rylie toward Korim. “Hello? Are you Chion?” he asked politely.
Korim looked at Kyle like he had suddenly started speaking in a different language. Scratch that. If Kyle had suddenly started speaking in a different language, Korim would have taken it in stride.
He frowned. “Excuse me? Chion? Chion isn’t here. I’m Korim.” He pointed to himself as though explaining to a small child.
Kyle shook his head and spiked his hair in embarrassment. “I’m very sorry about the mixup. Kipp directed me to you, thinking you were Chion, and you can see the mistake.”
Korim could see the mistake, but it wasn’t one he saw every day. ”I’m afraid I haven’t seen my doppelgänger recently. Maybe check the rooms?” He asked.
 
"Uhhh, sure!" He answered, looking at Torin who'd fallen asleep. "Maybe, get him to eat?" He suggested, remembering that Chion existed, and was around somewhere and should probably eat too. But then, the tailor had outfitted her with some mens clothes and now he wasn't entirely sure which Korim she was. "Or track down Chion, she's around here somewhere. Uhh, she looks just like that other guy though... I don't know his name. New-ish guy?"

Seeing as Kyle already moved towards “Chion”, Kevin gave a short nod, kneeling down next to the sleeping Torin.
“Hey, wake up,” he said softly, gently touching his shoulder. “You need to eat, okay?”
 
“Got it,” Kyle said, looking where he was pointing. “The Korim duplicate.” He remembered the Korim duplicate hanging around on occasion.
He spurred Rylie toward Korim. “Hello? Are you Chion?” he asked politely.
Korim looked at Kyle like he had suddenly started speaking in a different language. Scratch that. If Kyle had suddenly started speaking in a different language, Korim would have taken it in stride.
He frowned. “Excuse me? Chion? Chion isn’t here. I’m Korim.” He pointed to himself as though explaining to a small child.
Kyle shook his head and spiked his hair in embarrassment. “I’m very sorry about the mixup. Kipp directed me to you, thinking you were Chion, and you can see the mistake.”
Korim could see the mistake, but it wasn’t one he saw every day. ”I’m afraid I haven’t seen my doppelgänger recently. Maybe check the rooms?” He asked.
(Awwww I wanted Kevin and Kyle to attempt to convince/strong arm "Chion" into leaving. XD oh well. Kyle had to be all reasonable. And Believe someone who would lie for being called out so they didn't get in trouble. Now to decide where she actually is.)
 

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