The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

Takes head leaned back from the force of her palm, earning her a scowl. He raised a hand to touch his nose, “I missed you so much” he whispered dramatically, rubbing the slight crook on its bridge. He smirked down at her and let go of her nose to her request. He got off Blair and lended a hand, “Come on slowpoke”
"Oh, please. I am not slow." Blair scowled in return, grabbing his hand and pulling herself up. She wiped whatever dirt had gotten onto her leggings off. "I'll race you." She said suddenly, pointing to the group up ahead. She knew she could win, it was just the right distance. "I bet I'll win."
 
"Oh, please. I am not slow." Blair scowled in return, grabbing his hand and pulling herself up. She wiped whatever dirt had gotten onto her leggings off. "I'll race you." She said suddenly, pointing to the group up ahead. She knew she could win, it was just the right distance. "I bet I'll win."
Take scoffed, “Pfft. I bet you won’t” he started jumping up and down, “This’ll be a redo of our last one, ready-” he didn’t finish his sentence as he took off, running as fast as he could with the strain of his previous exhilarating run.
 
Ciro didn’t get all vehement, flustered, or lose the ability to coherently talk to Aella for the rest of the day. Instead, he stated with a proud sort of calmness, “Ah, no. I’m afraid you’re mistaken. We’re friends.” The latter declaration was made with the most adorkably convincing finality.

And he was so focused on being so wonderfully content with his friendship with Aella that he completely forgot about the last part of Korim’s inquiry.


But, once he looked to Aella to respond, his face fell. “I would thank you, but…” He fell silent for a good while, long enough for any bystander to lose interest. Maybe Korim left at this point. Maybe he didn't.
When Ciro started up again, his voice was so very small, with the hesitance of a recently scolded child. “See, what you said about taking lives yesterday? Well, that most certainly apples here. I would have taken this magnificent creature’s life in the worst of ways if I had not been stopped by my own wounds. And now I am bound by honor to take care of it. If it were not for me, it’d be free and unmarred. But now it’s ruined. So there really is no other way, and I should not be congratulated for trying to fix what I myself have wrecked.” Ciro drooped as much as he could. “I am here to help, not to hurt. And I am ashamed.”
Aella had been far to busy stumbling over her own words to make a coherent sentence, when Ciro stepped in. And she was glad for it. She hadn't even thought he would considering her a friend, much less a girlfriend. His last statement made her lips twitch into a smile. Friend. He actually considered her a friend. Not that it'll last long. But it's nice right now.
Her head tilted to the side slightly, much like a confused puppy, when he spoke. Mostly because she was trying to understand his random sentences of Spanish. She understood some of it, but most she had to take from context, and hope she was correct. "Ciro," she addressed him firmly, looking at him dead in the eye, something she didn't typically do. "What I said about taking lives? I said it about ruthless killers. Killers who are proud to have killed something. About people who praise others for killing. Not about someone who is clearly upset by even harming an animal." The last sentence had as much emphasis as she could possibly put on it.
"You're not one of those people. I can tell that much. Sure, you screwed up, but everyone makes mistakes, y'know. What actually matters in the fact that you're trying to fix the mistake you made, which, and I know for a fact, most people don't. Anyone else would have left that wolf to die in the thorn bush and walked away, but you didn't. You're trying to help it." Her smile was gentle and reassuring, not something she'd typically ever try to do, but it felt necessary in the situation. "That in itself says a lot, so don't be ashamed."
 
It was clearly not fine, but Kipp seemed happy at the subject change. “Hey Fred,” Cam said emotionlessly.
“Hey Cam”
They walked together, in awkward silence, Cam sounded annoyed that Fred had shown up. Kipp chewed the inside of his cheek trying think of a way to ease the tension that seemed to be building as they walked.
"Feeling better?" He asked Fred.
 
Take scoffed, “Pfft. I bet you won’t” he started jumping up and down, “This’ll be a redo of our last one, ready-” he didn’t finish his sentence as he took off, running as fast as he could with the strain of his previous exhilarating run.
"Not fair!" She shouted after him, taking off as fast as she could. She could put on short bursts of inhuman speed at a time, but was mostly built for stamina, not speed. She flew past him, grinning as the group came into sight, even though she was slowing down slightly.
 
"Not fair!" She shouted after him, taking off as fast as she could. She could put on short bursts of inhuman speed at a time, but was mostly built for stamina, not speed. She flew past him, grinning as the group came into sight, even though she was slowing down slightly.
Take kept his breathing steady, completely focused on the distance he had to break. As he was coming up on Blair, he cracked a smile, noticing her momentum was slowing. He was capable of keeping a consistent speed after all those years of running for his school. If only him and school ever got along, he may have finished it. Soon he whisked past her, and riskily started to run backwards. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, trying to get a reaction out of her before he suddenly stepped on himself. His arms swung, eyes widening “Oh sh-” he yelled out before meeting his demise.
 
“Much” Fred smiled
“Oh, that’s good,” Cam said, not sure what else to say.
It was good. Cam had felt quite worried about the eleven-year-old (that’s what she thinks he is, anyways) the night before, in the thirty seconds of time she had to worry about him. He acted like an adult, but he really was as much as a kid as the ones they had rescued. Okay, that didn’t give him enough credit. He was not much younger than her, but it still seemed like half-a-decade. And she didn’t feel mature enough for this undertaking either.
Still, he seemed to be putting on a brave face and often cracked under the pressure. How was he even now?
“I was worried about you,” Cam added, so her comment didn’t seem empty.
 
“Oh, that’s good,” Cam said, not sure what else to say.
It was good. Cam had felt quite worried about the eleven-year-old (that’s what she thinks he is, anyways) the night before, in the thirty seconds of time she had to worry about him. He acted like an adult, but he really was as much as a kid as the ones they had rescued. Okay, that didn’t give him enough credit. He was not much younger than her, but it still seemed like half-a-decade. And she didn’t feel mature enough for this undertaking either.
Still, he seemed to be putting on a brave face and often cracked under the pressure. How was he even now?
“I was worried about you,” Cam added, so her comment didn’t seem empty.
Fred cocked his head “really? I’m not sure what the big deal was, I mean my back had a couple of cuts”
 

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