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The City and The Coffee Shop
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“No!” Calliope hugs Ryllin tight, “Oh thank you! I will take your advice to heart!”
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Jameston was grinning the whole time as he watched the encounter. I roll my eyes and whack him on the side of the head, I knew what he was thinking. “OW! Samantha!” he exclaims, overdramatically falling to the floor as if he had been shot. He didn’t care that he looked as if he was talking to no one, he was already weird enough as it was.
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Ryllin was slightly surprised at the sudden contact, but then hugged Callie back, closing her eyes and accepting. She knew she was totally cliche about a LOT of things, and usually caught herself about it, but that doesn’t mean she was usually wrong. If anything, sometimes she thought it helped, knowing she always tries to follow her own advice in the same way.
She hugged the little green cherub, and just let her be hugged, not knowing what else to do really. She’s never had anyone truly think she was wise and honest, so this was kind of like a first to her, being shown this much kindness. It even somewhat made her happier to be who she was.
Her determined look then settled back on her face again, her eye’s full of pride. “*Just remember, your PORCELAIN~ on the inside, TITANIUM~ on the outside, and no one can BREAK~ you. *No one can.~
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“Actually, tungsten is stronger than titanium.” Tager adjusted his glasses with a small part of his pinky. “Tungsten is less well-known, however, as its weight makes it impractical for regular usage. It is mostly used where there will be an extremity of heat or cold, due to its ability to keep itself together in a temperature change. As a matter of fact, it would take something hotter than the surface of the Sun to make tungsten reach its boiling point.”
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Calliope keeps hugging Rylin for another second, but then breaks away, she ignores Tager’s comment, “You really are a amazing.” She admires the horns, “I still wish that I could have horns though…”
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“*Ah, I’m sorry.~ That’s something I WISH~ I was able to do, just be all up and “POOF!!!!~ You now have TROLL~ horns!~” like a magical FAIRY~ or something.~ *But I don’t have that POWER~, sadly.~ *It’s really a total DOWNER~ to most who even KNOW~ me that well, at least.~ *I am TRULY~ sorry, though.~”
Ryllin scratched the back of her head as she said this, her straight posture lessening out a little to its usual leaned over look. She couldn’t make anyone a troll, much less an awesome CHERUB, which kind of sucks to her. But she always tried to prevent truth from appearing when it comes to being a troll, especially the problems with the hemospectrum, that stupid caste system they’ve come up with for their kind, GOD she hated it. So what she was a purple-blood, does that mean she’s better than a copper-blood? Pfft, NO. It’s like human racism in a different context all on its own.
Ryllin’s face started getting a frustrated, hard look, her eyes darting away from Callie, her thoughts starting to cloud up again. Why the hell does SHE have to be the one in her group who gets nobility for their bloodkind? The one who tries to be kinder than others, the AUSPISTICE, as her moirail likes to call her. God, things like this frustrate her SO MUCH. Aren’t jade-bloods or green-bloods supposed to do this, and not the PURPLE-BLOODS?
She was having a hard time with herself right now, her stressed emotions growing immensely on her face. More and more questions swirled in her head, her good mood almost ruined by her inquiries. She started grimacing, walking away towards the counter for her coffee. She just wanted her mocha. Then she can rampage about her anger at home. Don’t lose it here, Ryllin, or you’ll lose EVERYTHING, once again.
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Jameston’s frown deepens. “You okay???” He asks with that annoying voice of his, only slightly different from Stitch’s own. Stitch backs up, staying away from the conversation. “Stitch, you need to be more social.” I sigh, grabbing his wrist and dragging him back over to stand beside Jameston. He stares at the ground, shuffling his feet awkwardly.
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“*N-nothing, I’m FINE.~ *No need for you to be TROUBLED~ with my presence.~ *Just a few ISSUES~ going through my MIND~, is all. *Hopefully I haven’t TRIGGERED~ you with my sudden ATTITUDE~ change.~” Ryllin replied, her face softening. “*It’s nothing to be WORRIED~ about.~”
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Calliope walks up to Rylin, “Oh. I’m sorry, it seems that I have caused an upset.” Calliope stops behind her, “Allow me to pay for your drink. And afterwards, I heard that there’s a park just a walk from here in the city.” ((Well, this is “The City and The Coffee Shop” right? Why not!?))
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“*Alright, sure!!!!~ *That sounds like FUN!!!!~ *And thanks for PAYING~ for me, but you didn’t need to DO~ that,…~” Ryllin replied, scratching the back of her head once more, while her face became filled with the purple blush of her embarrassment. How kind! And she didn’t even ask for the help too,…
Wait, why is Lady Luck being so kind to her, lately? Did she do something good?
Well, it didn’t matter now, so Ryllin will just graciously accept the gifts of cherished moments and good times raining down on her for the past few days. It helped her to get out of her mental dark corner, nowadays.
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“Okay.” Calliope hands the drink to Ryllin, “Let’s go!” She walks to the door and opens it so she can hear to chime and beckons for Ryllin to come. ((YES FIRST PERSON OUT OF THIS PRISON AND INTO THE CITY!))
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Tager finished his coffee in silence, and opened up a radio transmission. “Kokonoe, I’ll be heading back to the headquarters around here. Unless something happens, I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
“As long as you bring my donuts, I don’t care how long you take.”
“I’m willing to doubt that much, Kokonoe.”
“…Well, obviously within reason, Tager. You should know what I mean by these things by now.”
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“DUDE! THAT GUY IS LIKE, HUGE!” shouts Jameston, really loud. He runs over and randomly pokes him. “HEY BIG PERSON! WHY ARE YOU SO BIG?!” He shouts. Stitch slaps his face and slinks further backwards.
((Jameston is a bit… Ahem… how to put this… “special.”))
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Tager doesn’t seem affected. Standing up and picking up at the donuts, he looks at Jameston. “Genetics, mechanical implants, and heavy workouts are the best explanations for my size. I’m also a field operative for Sector Seven, a company that seems to mix military with science. You can imagine how that can turn out sometimes.”
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“Whoaaa!! That’s awesome! I wish I was that big, then I could CRUSH ALL MY ENEMIES! HAHAHA!!” He makes childish crushing motions with his hands, tiny explosion noises escaping him. I roll my eyes and shake my head, he was really a kid at heart.