The owner of the cafe is a lanky Japanese man who will greet 'Thor' with a reserved smile that really doesn't do justice to just how excited he is to find a customer who appreciates so many different variety of sweets and baked goods. Katsuya will be sure to make the offer to box up anything he's not going to eat now for ease of carrying and sharing later. Or not--he did see just how much the god ate last time they were at the establishment.
It's a smile that diminishes slightly when Jim walks in. Turns a touch frosty and more businesslike and normally Jim would return the look but right now he's too busy holding in the mother of all grimaces at the warm greeting Thor is giving him.
James T. Kirk never got to see his father smile at him like that. Or at all. But he's seen that smile in holos, in photographs of his family from before he was born. For just a moment he feels tears prick at his eyes before Jim's biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to nearly taste blood and gathering his wits about him. He needs to do this. Needs to find out more about this so called god.
Thor is not George Kirk, and Jim needs to cement that in his head for his own sanity as much as anything else.
"Sure. I'll get us refills. How do you take it?" However it's requested Jim will buy them drinks though he takes his own straight up black and takes a seat across the table. "I'm surprised you came to me, honestly, though I imagine with just getting here you didn't really have much for options." How did he get Jim's number to begin with? So many questions and his is an ever moving mind.
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It's a smile that diminishes slightly when Jim walks in. Turns a touch frosty and more businesslike and normally Jim would return the look but right now he's too busy holding in the mother of all grimaces at the warm greeting Thor is giving him.
James T. Kirk never got to see his father smile at him like that. Or at all. But he's seen that smile in holos, in photographs of his family from before he was born. For just a moment he feels tears prick at his eyes before Jim's biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to nearly taste blood and gathering his wits about him. He needs to do this. Needs to find out more about this so called god.
Thor is not George Kirk, and Jim needs to cement that in his head for his own sanity as much as anything else.
"Sure. I'll get us refills. How do you take it?" However it's requested Jim will buy them drinks though he takes his own straight up black and takes a seat across the table. "I'm surprised you came to me, honestly, though I imagine with just getting here you didn't really have much for options." How did he get Jim's number to begin with? So many questions and his is an ever moving mind.