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Happy Birthday VenVentus was confused.
First, he was just sitting in his apartment, making some hot chocolate for himself. Then all of a sudden, someone was behind him and tied a blindfold around his eyes, tied his hands together, and shoved him into a room! ... The room sounded and felt different than that of his apartment though. Well, he sorta knew what his apartment would sound like, I guess.
Secondly, when his blindfold was taken off, a random pie greeted his face. It was none other than Ventus' dark counterpart who was now snickering.
"Tch, Vanitas!" A certain girl scolded as she shooed the raven-haired boy away, wiping off the pie bits that were on the blond's face.
Wait, Ventus knew that voice!
"Ana!" he exclaimed, opening his eyes that were cleared from the slightly sticky filling made from the guts of the pastry. "What the heck is going on?" Clearly, a pie to the face was Vani's way of saying 'Happy Birthday.'
"Well," the girl, Ana, began "I guess you would say this is the start of your birthd
Oh VenI feel like nothing was real, until I met you.
I feel like we connect, and I really get you.
If I said that you're my boy, would it upset you?
Because the way you act around me, you're so nice, you astound me.
Oh, oh, Ven~
You're light has reached my soul.
Oh, oh, Ven~
I wouldn't let anything in the worlds keep us apart.
I wouldn't let anything in the worlds... keep us apart~ <3
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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