@neilimfinejosten said coffee shop au last month so you’ll never guess what I’ve been thinking about
A few thoughts under the cut!
Andrew works at a coffee shop in a college town, so far with all the foxes except Aaron, and Neil’s been far away on the run. I’ve been putting Robin in this one and I bet Seth hangs around the shop for Allison. Aaron will pick up a shift or two but mostly he’s focusing on school.
Anyway one day in a cold winter a new guy comes into the shop looking to warm up, and Andrew just happens to be working the register (rare). It’s hard to tell with the mask, but this guy doesn’t seem to be much older than him or the team, and Andrew can catch glances of bandages and band-aids under his clothes.
He becomes a regular through winter, but none of the baristas can decide on his name because he gives a different one every time he comes in.
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Frigid Steel, Boiling Wraith
Thinking about how pale ore is eerily chill to the touch
about how PV's spells, likely learnt from its father, take on the same shape as nails made out of an ore allegedly related to its parents
about how those spells are pretty much a solid state of soul for a few moments
about how solid state of matter is often the most "cold" state, generally speaking
about how cold it's often associated with lack of emotion and corpses
Also thinking about how the knight's spells, learned from the snails, is more raw, more volatile
stated and shown to literally burn opponents, more of a hot blast than a proper solid mass
shaped and named after haunting ghosts, spectres that do not lay to rest, despite soul itself being present in the whole environment and not necesarily directly linked to sentient beings
about how it is strong emotions what fuels their transformation into their more powerful state through the usage of void, a volatile yet maleable substance, and the opposite of light
if you want to, you can get this drawing in full quality and ready to be a phone wallpaper at my kofi page completely free of charge (although i wont be mad if you leave a lil tip)
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“Why are we here?”
“I'm here because it's Josten's birthday next week. You're here because you can't be alone.”
Kevin scoffed, shaking his head. “I can be alone.”
“I didn't even ask you to come. You just got in the car,” Andrew said, sorting through a rack of t-shirts.
“I…” Kevin trailed off, waving his hand dismissively. “What are you going to get Neil?”
“I haven't decided yet,” Andrew said, choosing to ignore the pout on Kevin's face. “I'm sure Reynolds and Boyd are in the midst of planning some form of surprise party for him.” Andrew shrugged and murmured, “Maybe we'll go on a road trip the same day.”
“And miss the party?”
“Believe me, Neil would want to go to the party even less than I do.” Andrew gave up on the rack with a dismissive eye roll, moving on to the one next to it.
“He might surprise you. He and Boyd are pretty close. I’ve seen him do things I didn’t think he would because Boyd asked.” Kevin shrugged and said, “Maybe he’s not as easy to read as you think.”
Andrew spared him a bored look before returning to his search. “Josten has never been easy to read,” he admitted with an annoyed huff, “but he hates surprises just as much as I do. He wouldn’t want people making a big fuss.”
“It’s just one day,” Kevin said with another shrug. “What did you do for your birthday last year? In fact, when is your birthday?”
“I did absolutely nothing,” Andrew replied deadpan, “and none of your business.” He moved on to another rack of clothes.
Kevin snorted, rolling his eyes, and trailed behind Andrew. He would never understand their relationship, but he wasn’t exactly the expert on healthy relationships either so he had no room to actually judge.
“If we do go,” Andrew started after a long pause, fiddling with the sleeve of a dress shirt, “I just hope the cake is worth it. I’m wasting a handful of hours of my time for…”
“For Neil,” Kevin interjected and Andrew gave him a tired look but didn’t correct him.
“...the very least they could do is spring for an expensive cake.”
“It’s Allison,” Kevin said, pulling a hoodie exactly like the one Neil kept stealing from him off of a rack. “If it’s not expensive just assume she either died or gave up.” He held up the hoodie and said, “I’m getting him this. Maybe then he’ll stop stealing mine.”
“He won’t,” Andrew said and moved on to another rack.
With a sigh, Kevin agreed.
They left thirty minutes later, Kevin carrying a shopping bag and Andrew empty handed. Kevin suggested they try another store, but Andrew was barely listening to him, his eyes on the phone in his hand. He could have sworn there was amusement in his eyes, but when Kevin looked closer it was gone.
“Josten says hi,” Andrew said, putting his phone away.
“You two were texting about me?”
“No,” he lied and headed towards a diner across the street.
“At least tell him hi back,” Kevin called and then jogged after him to keep up.
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