[ Zuko indeed, prompt as always, had met at the teashop a little early to get them all a table in a private corner, the same table he'd taken Gokudera to when he'd found him sick to his stomach from seeing visions of Bianchi. It's a cozy teashop with a blend of cultural aesthetics and menu items, all wooden furniture and candlelight, and on a day that surely threatens to rain again, it's even more comfortable than usual... and by usual we mean like at least once a week Zuko comes here for fancy overpriced tea leaves and to use it as a de facto meeting spot with Gokudera many times over. There are other restaurants in town, but... he likes this one. It's quiet and ambient and the staff all tease him for his spoiled silly dragon that's usually in tow, but he thought better than to make introductions with the beast today.
When he sees Gokudera and Linneus approach, he stands from his chair to bow to Linneus gently, holding his hands in this odd foreign fashion as he does, but sits down with an amused and bemused half-smile, hearing Gokudera's comment. He knows what the bomber is getting at, and knows neither of them are exactly the fuzzy, cuddly types, but it's still a funny, kind of backhanded introduction, even if at his friend's expense more than his own. ]
...It's not every day one receives a compliment like that, Gokudera. [ He jokes with an arched brow, trying to swallow his smirk, before turning to Linneus more politely. ] It's nice to meet you, Linneus...
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When he sees Gokudera and Linneus approach, he stands from his chair to bow to Linneus gently, holding his hands in this odd foreign fashion as he does, but sits down with an amused and bemused half-smile, hearing Gokudera's comment. He knows what the bomber is getting at, and knows neither of them are exactly the fuzzy, cuddly types, but it's still a funny, kind of backhanded introduction, even if at his friend's expense more than his own. ]
...It's not every day one receives a compliment like that, Gokudera. [ He jokes with an arched brow, trying to swallow his smirk, before turning to Linneus more politely. ] It's nice to meet you, Linneus...