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say what?[It is noon and Sentinel Prime is on a mission followed by Jetfire and Jetstorm. They are currently airborn and the Jet twins are currently attempting to annoy the living snot out of Sentinel.]
Sentinel: YOU HAVE A BAD CONNECTION!
Jetfire n Jetstorm: But Sentinel Prime sir! We're bored!
[meanwhile, at the auto bot base]
Zero: -wakes up seeming calm-....WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT!?
Axl: T3T sorry... BUT GUESS WHAT?
Axl: -throws a pie in Zero's face and runs away laughing-
Bumblebee: O_O;; ok ok Bass I'm sorry dude c'mon DX -is currently trying to dodge Bass's rapid fire buster-
Bass: you sure?
Bee: POSTITIVE! TwT;
Bass: -stops- don't prank me again. -walks away-
Bee: eheheh what ever you say -falls over anime style once Bass leaves the room XD-
Orchid: I told ya not to prank
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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