Small Indulgences [8D/Cecil]

Little Tokyo! A place of constant festivity, cheer...and lots, and lots, of noise.
You gotta be honest, the festivals aren't so special when there's one every day. To tell the truth, they're more likely to be an irritant for anyone so unfortunate to be trying to get some rest, let alone a constant excuse for people to pull all sorts of crap they wouldn't normally.
Still, there was plenty to enjoy in the place all the same. Like, for example, the takoyaki Cecil was currently finishing off. Delightful little things, and thankfully for him, he knew a cheap little place that had the stuff down to an art.
Kinda had to, considering the competition.

...the only problem with it was that he was still hungry when he was done.

8D sighed and for the first time in a while, he felt like a very saaaaaaaad Clown. He just could not understand why this wasn't working! He did all the research and trolled all the weeb forums he could in order to understand fully and in totality what the hip young immigrants from Japan who all happen to be highschool kids with magical powers who all sit in the back of the class were into! Frankly he more wondered how like, twenty cadets could ALL sit in the back corner seat right next to the window but frankly it didn't bother him as much as how it could still count as the "Back" of the class when literally everyone was sitting there. Wouldn't that make it the front of the class? More over, why not just teach from the back of the classroom if that's where all the students are anyway! Actually it might be pertinent to stick the chalkboard out the window on like a balcony or something sense that's where all the students are listlessly gazing while they think about their hunky transfer student sempai who they've loved sense childhood and just moved to their class in spite of them being their elder... But 8D's train of thought has gotten slightly off track. -And another thing, why do the Japanese love trains so much? Trains are lame!-

Back on the right track 8D wondered to himself as he looked around at all the hungry weeb teens pass him by, where did he go wrong!? He read Kay's instructions to the letter... well he may have stopped in the middle of the last word... but what difference could it have made!

A...tacos? In Little Tokyo? He knew of a couple stalls that didn't match up with the usual fare that would set up in the place everyone once in a while, but usually it was at least vaguely eastern fare being sold. This? This was an oddball even by those standards.
And yet, he was hungry.
...you know what, screw it, the prices weren't bad.
Taking off his headphones, Cecil would walk up to the mysterious taco dispensary, and then find his eyes widening in realisation as he saw who was manning it. "Y-you..."
It was the guy who got thrown out watching his videos.
...for some reason, the taco stand made more sense now.

"M-Me?" 8D asked as he looked down at the guy who had walked up to his stand... Wait, not like looked down at in a condescending way, more like in a height way! Like ya know how a taco truck tends to have its window high up so the taco provider could look out upon the sea of people for which he ruled with a cilantro fist? Yeah. Like that!

8D waved a cilantro covered hand as his confused face turned to one of shaky recognition"Oh... Heeeeeeeeeey-uh...Cheif! Hows it going man! I haven't seen you for a hot second. What's up-uh... P-Partner?"

-Nailed it...-

This was starting to get out of hand. He wasn't expecting to be recognised, but he also wasn't expecting him to pretend to recognise him.
"It's...it's nothing. I know you more than you know me." He rakes his fingers through his long blond locks, feeling all too awkward but also far too hungry. "Not...not that that's important. I just...aghhh." This was hard. Why did it have to be so hard
He takes a deep breath, looking back up. "...how much is something going to cost, and why did you set up a stand here of all place?"

"OH Thank the sad Latino in the SKY! I that is a relief I mean... WHOO I was about ten seconds away from clocken ya with a sac of half cooked black beans and driving away. Trust me friend you do NOT want to confuse the emotions of a Taco slinging clown, I can speak from experience on both ends of the equation that it does not work out well for anyone involved... Especially the by-standards... Poor little Jimmy... I wonder if he ever got to walk again." 8D shed a single tear over the loss of Little Jimmy. Poor kid never saw that RPG commen. Just out of nowhere Secret Of Mana came wizzing past at mach three and took his leg with it. Poooooor poor Jimmy.

"Well my good man, my prices are right there on the sign written in permanent chalk. I recommend the two tacos for six bucks deal. Theeeese are pretty good sized tacos. Ten inch tortilla baby! Ehehe!" 8D chuckled and pulled out his note pad to prepare to take the familiar sounding man's order. "And I'm here to sell specifically you tacos! Why else would I be here? Ehehehe!"

No good. There's a twitch in Cecil's eye.
"You-what?" Something hits him. "You were going to hit me?!" Another realisation strikes him. "Bystanders?!"
Alright, take deep breaths...deep breaths...deep breaths...
Let it go...let it out...let it go...let it out.

"...you know, I think it's better for my sanity I don't question this too much." He looks over the menu, scanning it up and down...and then his eyes snap back up to find something that he couldn't help but wonder about.
It concerned him.
...he shouldn't ask he shouldn't ask he shouldn't ask
Cecil points to the anomalous entry on the menu. "Just...what is that?"