For a long moment, he doesn't. He recognizes the accent, of course, and it triggers that long-faded recollection of what almost seemed like a dream - and a woman whose equal Kurama has never met. The forgotten memories bring a sad smile to his face that sets the waitresses to whispering, but he doesn't notice, because suddenly, it feels like every nerve in his body is screaming at him to pay attention.
He tenses, briefly, because usually what that means is there's an attack coming, but after a few seconds of nothing happening, he slowly uncurls, frowning slightly. His nerves are still singing, but it's...different, somehow. Not the "danger" screams, but something else, something like a heightened sense of awareness.
Slowly, he turns his head, scanning the restaurant again. What has he missed?
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Date: 2012-12-19 12:59 am (UTC)He tenses, briefly, because usually what that means is there's an attack coming, but after a few seconds of nothing happening, he slowly uncurls, frowning slightly. His nerves are still singing, but it's...different, somehow. Not the "danger" screams, but something else, something like a heightened sense of awareness.
Slowly, he turns his head, scanning the restaurant again. What has he missed?