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« Thread Started on Dec 7, 2008, 1:00pm » | |
Everything about the café just smelled wonderful. Whether there was coffee, tea, hot chocolate or a wonderful blend of all three in front of someone, it just added to the wonder of it all. It was the best place to get coffee, of course, but to a deeper extent, it was something more. It was an escape from everything else that was screwing up your life. And for about half an hour it gave you the opportunity to just ignore it entirely.
After getting his drink, (he still wasn’t sure what it was, as he’d just said ‘give me whatever’s delicious’ and accepted whatever they gave him) Matthias managed to shuffle his way through the line up of people so that he could muscle his way over to one of the few empty tables that remained.
He found one, eventually, and was incredibly happy for this. His smile had now grown significantly, and he was starting to feel at home once more in the wonderful café.
He put down his whatever-it-was-drink and started to take off his jacket and scarf, slinging them over the back of the chair haphazardly. He left his hat on, despite the light dusting of snow that was starting to melt all over it and was getting his hair even wetter than it already was.
He brushed away a droplet of water that was running down his face and sat down on the chair, still looking very satisfied with himself.
He loved the café, not just the smell of it, but also the general atmosphere. For the first five minutes of sitting there he didn’t take a drink, or pull out his sketchbook, he just absorbed the chill feeling of the café.
If he were any more relaxed, he could have purred.
He finally took a drink of his… whatever it was… tentatively at first. He’d burned his tongue many a time, which in the end spoiled everything because he couldn’t taste the rest of his drink.
Ah.
If it were possible, he smile would have grown even more.
Peppermint Mocha,
He finally found it fit to pull out his sketchbook. He was pretty proud of this one, to be honest, he’d had it for almost a week and it still wasn’t even half full. Normally it took him that much time to fill one up and start a new one.
He flipped it open to a random page and passed his hand over a small doodle in the upper corner and shut his eyes He felt something jerk up into his hand.
When he looked down into his palm, there was now a small greyish figure, once upon a time a doodle, in the vague shape of some sort of dog. He dropped it from his hand and onto the table, where it sat and ‘stared’ up at him.
There we go. He thought, Coffee, warmth, and some vague sort of company. The only thing that could make the whole thing better would be some actual company.
Like a real human being.
Or something to that extent...
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« Reply #1 on Dec 20, 2008, 10:08am » | |
While Jack was breathing on the cold glass, looking inside at all the beautiful people, Logan waited patiently for a human to swing open the door, so he could enter.
After all--dolls can't open six-foot doors, now can they?
He stumbled in after a girl, curious about the grey, doglike figure that emerged from the paper at the table opposite of the room.
Turning back, he saw Jack's normally emotionless face turn to worry. He tried tapping on the glass to beckon him back, trying not to attract any attention to anyone inside.
Logan ignored him--with purpose--and continued to haphazardly walk forward to the table where the boy was sitting, holding his hand above the paper.
Still outside, Jack folded his arms, biting his forefinger.
His sorrowful eyes darted back and forth to the door, deciding whether if he should go in after his friend or not. Then again, he was a queer-looking monkey doll, how much trouble could he get in to?
A waitress, balancing a few mugs of coffee, nearly stumbled over the little puppet, screeching at the sight of its stitched, button eyes, precariously tottering on her black heels.
Logan! No!
The puppet paid no heed to Jack's outburst, and clung around the leg of the waitress.
No, don't do this to me!
Logan only pointedly looked at him with his blank-doll face, but Jack knew he was grinning.
Don't hurt him!
Jack burst through the door, ignoring the diners inside, and swept underneath the waitresses legs, grabbing Logan, clutching him close. He ferociously stared up at the waitress, as if it were all her fault.
Unfortunately, the waitress took it as him looking up her skirt again. She shrieked, kicking Jack out from under her, the coffee on the tray spilling on him in globbed raindrops.
"Pervert!" she said once more, giving Jack one final kick, heels pumping to re-order the precious coffee she spilled. Jack stayed, coffee stains and burns covering his clothes and body. But the point was, Logan was safe.
Logan!
Already to the table, he climbed on the seat opposite of the pencil-boy. As Jack struggled to get up, his hand slid from under him, spraining under his weight.
He stumbled over to the table, grabbing his doll with the opposite hand, staring it down, angry that he'd caused so much trouble. But, in the end, he forgave him, and held him close to his frail body.
"Sorry," he muttered quietly, eyes closed and wrapping his arms around the puppet, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Suddenly, his eyes popped open, and eyed the dog-like figure that had emerged from the paper.
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