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ST: Is this the end?ST: Is this the end.
Hello, this is Tohru Honda! It's the day of graduation... and that means that it's the day Kyo is confined. I can't even tell you how I'm going to stop him from being confined; I would do anything for him not to go into that room! But that's just a thought.
Someone knocks on Tohru's door.
"Uh, come in!"
The door slowly opens and it's Shigure.
"What are you making for breakfast? We don't have any eggs or milk." Tohru gasps.
"I'll go buy some right now since everybody is still asleep!"
She goes and puts her shoes on and the phone rings.
"I'll get it!" Tohru says as she picks it up. "Hello, this is Tohru Honda talking. May I ask who this is?"
"This is Hatori Sohma." He replies.
"Oh, Hatori! I'll go and get Shigure for you!"
"There is no need to get him. I didn't call to talk to him."
"Okay. Do you want Kyo or Yuki? I'll get them for you." She says.
"Tohru Honda, I have something I need to tell you. Meet me at the gate to the main estate in an hour and come alon
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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