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GROSS DAVEKAT FIC HEYOOOOOOWhen there was no one else, all you had was each other, so you started to talk. Eventually the two of you became so in tune with each other that he could tell when you’re being ironic and when you’re just being yourself, and you can tell when he’s actually angry, as opposed to putting on this whole “I hate the world” attitude about everything. You tell eachother everything. You told him how you actually did miss your bro even though you remember telling Terezi that you didn’t. You admitted that you miss him a shit ton. You never told anyone else.
You became comfortable enough to touch; to rest a head on the other’s shoulder. I mean why not? It’s not like anyone cares enough to point and laugh. Kanaya and Rose were always together somewhere doing their own thing. Terezi was going through her whole self-loathing downward spiral, and who the fuck even knows where Gamzee is.
So you just hang out around each other all
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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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