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[dirtypaw-arc]

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           “  what’s with that look?  are you scared?  “

[jungianthing]

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     “I wasn’t sure if it was you.” This is weird. It’s like, when you have a best friend growing up, and that best friend has other friends that you don’t really know, and one time you’re at the same party and your best friend goes off to get more Four Loko or whatever, and then it’s just you and those other friends, the ones you don’t really know, and you’re like, so do you guys like Pokemon. It’s like that. He should ask her if she likes Pokemon. Or, he shouldn’t, but he can feel himself about to. He clears his throat instead.

     Noah is hanging around them like a malaise or a heatwave or an airborne poison. He shouldn’t think that negatively of him but things wouldn’t be this awkward if he wasn’t dead. “It’s been a while.” He smiles. It comes easy. Always does on his face. “I’d, um, give you a hug but,” he’s only hiding out in this coffee shop to stay out of the rain still pelting at the windows, and it’s sitting heavy in the fabric of his sweater, “it’d be a little on the damp side.” When he moves his weight from one foot to the other water squelches in his shoe.