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LILITH
The café smells really nice. Vanilla mostly. And coffee grinds.
There’s hardly any blood smell, but then again most of that comes in pods.
There’s noone here.
And I’m tired of playing “Super Hero Postman! 2”.
They just wanted you to buy things anyway. Trickery! Hehe.
Hmm. Maybe I… No. I shouldn’t. I mean me being bored isn’t technically an emergency…
…oh, fuck it.
I tip my head slightly to the side. I don’t have to (I tell myself) I’m just fond of the affectation. Also I guess it could come in handy. If someone thought I had to do it to make the angel version of “wireless-telegraphy” work. Galen answered. I guess he was closest. Or however it worked. I should know, but it was such a boring subject. I fell asleep in class.
“ Hotcakes! Cinnabuns! My tiny pink goatee, rejoice for your queen hath arrived! Entertain me! I’m bored. What’s the tea?”
“If she knew you were using the Network for…” he changed his voice to sound older, lighter and slightly ululating, “...frivolous activities! She would go…. well, she would go something!”
“Maybe I should tell her. It would be interesting.”
“Hush you gorgeous Blaw-Knox you!” he really was that tall. Well almost. Well kind of. “You wouldn’t do that to me. Who would watch the tower lights and the abandoned light tunnels and watch the landing hooks… Good luck finding someone as dirigible as I.”
“You know I can’t see your puppy dog eyes right now? But you’re right I wouldn’t. And that was rather clever. Hmm. I don’t have much tea anyway, also sidenote; tea is disgusting.
We real snobs drink coffee. How are you doing?”
“I told you, I’m bored. But umm, ah, so I’ve got a candidate. Yes! Yes! I know, but that just makes me more bored, because they are off fighting fires…”
“Oh, the firefighter? But you told me about them last time?”
“Yes, but today I exposed myself to them!”
“Oh you did, did you…?”
“What?” “What?” “Oh…” ..I looked for a place to put my cup down… which turned out to be the edge of the counter… “...I didn’t mean…that, I meant…” and I switched the phone to my other hand, and I somehow must have managed to nudge the cup, and that made it tip over and fall.
I couldn’t reach it, I could only watch as it fell in that weird, sudden slow-motion you get whenever things drop just outside your reach.
I couldn’t reach, I couldn’t catch, not with my ARMS! But in a blink I realised that maybe I could use my leg to reach the cup. So I tried to use my leg and I caught it on my foot, made it bounce and lose its lid and spill the coffee that was left (actually most of it) I spilled it on my shoe, the shoe filled up with coffee that was hot, it didn’t scald, but it still burnt.
“Ow! Now look at what you made me do!”
“Well I can’t really see what you are doing. Did you spill your coffee again?” I could basically hear him tugging his braid to keep from laughing.
“No.” “Yes.” “On my foot.”
“Can’t you do that thing you do, where you move really fast or make other stuff move really slow. You know. That thing. That I really want to know how it works?”
“Yes. No. Well it’s hard to that when I’m telegraphing you at the same time. I could explain it to you, but I wouldn’t understand.”
“You wouldn’t ?”
“Probably not.”
“So, kid’s a werewolf?”
“ You know what, I’m actually not sure. And they’re not a kid. They’re a fully grown person”
“And they’re a firefighter?”
“Yup.”
“Pretty fit then?”
“Why do you ask?”
“No reason. Just curious.”
“Sure. Great story.”
“Deflecting. Makes it sound like there is tea to be spilled…”
“There is no tea. Yet. And if there had been, the mission comes first anyway.”
“Yes, yes. And the rest of us come later.”
“Shush!”