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JackXReader- Icy Sanctuary- Ch 4I wake up to arguing. I roll back over and put the pillow on top of my head but it doesn’t help. I couldn’t ignore it now.
I grab my staff that was next to my bed. I floated out of the sheets and landed on the floor. Ruffling my hair as I headed outside to see what the arguing was about.
It was North and Bunnymund. “If ya ask me we should hit the bugger with some sleep sand and try to pass this off as a dream. It’s not good for kids her age to believe.” Bunnymund was almost shouting, clearly angry.
I hide behind a pillar, hoping they haven’t already noticed me. “I know I know, she has to grow up sometime but I think tis good that she believes. Plus Jack could really use somvone his own age to talk to.” Was North talking about (y/n)?
Bunnymund crossed his arms, “Fine then, but if this gets out of hand I want no part of it.” I got out of my hiding space and walked over.
“So, what are you and the kangaroo talking about?
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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