Now this was his kind of city! The open sea, a festival square and even a bulletin board where he could keep track of what was going and who was coming. If he played his cards right he could even get an easy job to fill his purse with gil. That was the only thing missing, cards. Before whatever happened he had been fussing around with his card deck and ended up leaving it behind in some gods forsaken inn! No one better snatch them before he's gotten back, or so help him! He leaned his hand against the board and slumped forward, bemoaning the loss of his deck.

"I spent years collecting those cards..." Clenching his gloved hand on the board the man felt some papers shuffling between his fingers. "Hmm...?" He raised his fingers and peered below the sheet.

The man was cloaked in a dark grey, almost black robe, which helped to conceal his tail and most of his features from the public eye. The tail of his hair hung down from the collar of the hood, blond bangs falling over his eyes. He pulled the paper off the board and read it over. He had to fight from curling his tail away from his body as the fur stood on end from excitement. This was just what he was looking for! Something to idle the time away and forget his worries! He stuffed the parchment into his robes before he tucked the paper in his pocket. He settled his hand on his stomach before looking up and through the weaving crowd.

"I could use something to eat before I go off to meet the contractor though..." He straightened his back, further tightening his tail around his waist. It wouldn't do to get discovered now, that he's finally inside the city.

With a grin on his face he would allow his feet to carry him and the smells to lead his stomach through. Eventually the disguised man arrived at the entrance of the cafe. Pushing the door in with his boot he would slide in through the small opening, spinning on his heel before facing the room. The man let his arms fall to his sides, his movement completely silent. He didn't want others to notice he was armed so his steps prevented his scabbards from rattling, keeping himself as small as possible. Moving up to the counter he pushed up on his toes, working hard to keep at bay the wriggling appendage underneath the cloak.

"Hey, you got a meal for today?!" The rogue called, hoping it was something warm and edible. The place looked nice, so he didn't expect something as awful as Bobo's Dark Stew, though the thought made him visibly sink, his knees bending as he moved to lean most of his waist on the counter. "I'm starving!" He dismissed his distress and focused on the food.

When he was finally given his order the man hopped back, nimbly avoiding other patrons while keeping the plate balanced in his hands. He looked around the establishment, brows quirking beneath his loose hair. It didn't take long before his eyes landed on the glittering beauty. Zidane turned his head, taking a quick whiff of himself to make sure he was still soundly pleasant to be around. Once he was sure he didn't smell like a dirty chocobo pen he approached.

"Hey, this seat taken?" He grinned, his bright personality beaming through his previous melancholy. "I noticed you were alone, thought I'd offer my company." Sure enough Zidane had the wit about him to peek around and notice most, if not all of the patrons were engaged in conversation in one way or another with their neighbor.

He seemed quite proud of himself, the unordinary limb shifting a bit beneath the cloak. He moved to stand on his right leg, leaning his weight as his left foot pressed against his shin, patiently waiting for her response.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS