Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10380701-20140201163733/@comment-11644980-20140304125011

The cashier looked back at Ciano a little confusedly, courtesy of Arya's death glare, but only recieved a reproachful shake of the head from him. "Uh, sure. Coming right up. That'll be ten fifty-seven." he finally spouted before placing the order. Allen just silently handed the man his lien chip. "If you would be so kind as to take a seat, we'll have your order brought out shortly," the cashier finished before swiping the chip and handing it back to Ciano

Ciano took it before replying "Alright, then." He glanced over towards the few vacant window seats before taking one of them. Sitting down he couldn't help but glance out at the city. It looked like such a peaceful, happy little town. Of course, that was without the knowledge of its inner wokings- the gangs, the rackets, the bribes... yes this city, to the untrained eye was likely just an innocuous little place. He smirked wryly at this connection between Vale and his own facade.