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Blood and Peppermint Chapter 7Blood and Peppermint
Sora woke up later than he had planned. Even more shocking, Riku was up before him. He felt like last night was all a dream. He could still feel the heat of the kiss. Blushing bright read he looked up.
"It wasn't a dream " Sora mumbled.
"What wasn't?" A voice said from across the room, making Sora jump a good three feet. By now he was sitting up, with the blankets curling around his tiny waste.
"Oh my god you scared the hell out of me" Sora said clutching his heart as he stared at Riku. The silverette laughed. Sora laughed in return.
"So eh what time is it?" Sora asked timidly. Riku looked at the clock and grinned.
"It's about seven thirty." Riku said with a wink. Sora's jaw dropped.
"IN THE MORNING?!"
"No, at night." Riku said, a grin stained on his face. He shut the open door with his foot, and locked the door. Sora arched an eyebrow, and became suspicious.
"Well Where are Roxas and Axel?" Sora asked, propping himself on his elbows,
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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