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Ask A Vegetarian"Ouch! Freaking narwhals!"
Riku stared at the top of his boyfriend's head as he was attempting, and failing, at putting hard wood floors into his tree house. Riku laughed a bit, as he realized what had just come out of his ditzy boyfriend's mouth.
"Sora? Did you just say narwhals?" He asked the spiky-haired boy, who had given up and was now sitting cross-legged, sucking his hurt thumb.
"Yeah, haven't you heard of them? They are the unicorns of the sea. I read about them on Wikipedia." Sora stated matter-of-factly.
Riku shook his head, putting his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Sora, narwhals aren't real. They are just some made up fantasy creature. "
"Nuh-uh!" the brunette shouted, shaking his spikes in defiance. "I read it on the internet! On Wikipedia!!"
"Sora, Wikipedia does not always tell the truth. How in the hell could a fish with a giant horn on its head survive?"
Sora looked down, deep in thought. "They uhm I don't know! Ask a vegetarian!" The brunette shouted.
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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