Daemon leaned against the kitchen counter, typing a text to Cryptor out on his phone while an oven timer ticked away behind him.
He pressed his lips together, thumb hovering over the send button. Heart beating loudly in his chest.
“You free to get coffee in an hour?”
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He read the message over again, face heating up. Without thinking, he pressed “erase”, before slamming the device onto the counter beside him.
He flinched at the cracking noise the poor screen made, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm the twisting anxiety that’d settled into his chest.
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It was just coffee. That simple phrase kept repeating itself in his mind.
He didn’t know why the idea of getting coffee, something he’d done with Cryptor many times before, made him so..flustered.
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Or why he kept thinking of that soft smile Cryptor had given him Halloween Night.
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He ran a hand over his face, exhaling deeply. His eyes flicked to the phone.
Shaking his head, he pushed himself from the counter, heading to the cupboard to get a cup for some water.