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PoT: TezukaXEiji - SumptuaryEiji shivered from the chill January air as he stared down at the sentence he had just written for his New Years wish. A sumptuary for him.
Please let Tezuka notice me, he repeated the words in a whisper before hanging the paper up.
All he could do was wish for his team captains attention but he was feeling lucky. It was a new year, he was healthy, getting good grades everything was working for him so far so why not one more bout of luck?
Eiji vaguely wondered when New Years wishes would begin to take effect, if ever.
SP: Love Within My Sins - 3CHAPTER THREE
Clyde pulled up to Craigs house shortly after dropping off Stan and Kyle. The house stood dark and silent, save for a flickering light from one of the upstairs windows. Clyde assumed it was a scented candle to hide the smell of booze and reefer. He snickered at the thought of what Craig would do if his parents ever caught him. They probably wouldnt even care that much, actually.
He slammed his car door before shoving his hand into his jacket while walking up the slippery sidewalk. He didnt bother ringing the doorbell. It was practically a ritual for him to walk into Craigs house unannounced. Clyde kicked off his snow covered shoes in the doorway before quietly heading upstairs so as not to wake Craigs parents.
Cl-Clyde! Erg! Tweek was the first to notice him as he entered the room.
Clyde laughed as the twitchy blonde sat watching him, Hey guys.
Dude, way to bail on us this weekend without even saying anything! Ho
SP: Love Within My Sins - 2CHAPTER TWO
Kyle quickly came to his senses and hurried after Stan. They were nearly there when Carman spotted them coming. He turned so that he was standing in front of Wendy protectively.
What do you assholes want? Cartman snapped as the two boys came up in front of him.
YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I WANT FAT ASS!! Stan yelled angrily, the surrounding crowd gathering to see what was happening.
Stan, youre making a sce- Kyles hands were brutally slapped away.
HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?! there was no stopping Stans outrage.
Wendy stepped forward from behind Cartman, looking somewhat timid.
Wendy, you dont have to explain anything to him, Cartman looked at her with worry that was strangely uncharacteristic of him.
She placed a hand on Cartman's shoulder, smiling softly, I have to tell him.
Stan stood fuming with anger, silently waiting for an explanation. Kyle chewed his lip nervously. Whateve
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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