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Maroja's Return Ch1 Majora's Return
December 4th, 1698
The moon, Termina
"The almighty lord of darkness... Beaten by these kids? Link... Ryan...I will get my revenge... Even if it take me 300 years..." The monster screamed as the room was flooded with light. The two boys looked around as they were shot up into the air...
December 1st, 2011
"Ryan Louise, is that an iPod?!"
"Give it to me. NOW."
The boy grumbled as he got up from his seat and walked over towards the head of year, Ms. Woodson.
"You may collect this at the end of detention."
He sulked back to his seat and was overcome with the noise of a room full of loud chavvy children. A paper hit him in the back of the head.
"Oi, Ryan, what's a gay lit
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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