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Wit yawned, he was the only one working the night shift at his parents' coffeehouse while they were apparently out "Grocery shopping" for supplies. He blew the bangs in front of his face and rolled his eyes. No one went to the Wilmot Proviso coffeehouse on a rainy Friday night like this. He leaned against the counter of the coffee bar, listening to the rain splatter against the large window panes noisily. Writ stared lazily at the small, empty tables, and the vacant plush chairs laying around the coffee house under the relaxing dim light. It was a boring job on slow nights like this, but Wit didn't abandon his post, this was the source of his rather large allowance, and he would rather have it slow and empty then full and busy, especially with his mom and dad out like this.

He sighed, and flapped his pointed ears around this way and that, with that, he put his head down on the bar, groaning.

Writ's ears flicked forward at the footsteps, and his head popped up. He saw a kid about his age across from him.

"Uh, hi!" Writ said, waving a hand, "What can I get ya?"

A customer, finally! He had half a mind to give him a cookie for being the only one here tonight. Writ looked at the door to see if the kid's parents were coming in too, but no one else walked in. Wit didn't think anything of it, a lone kid didn't seem too unusual. It was a lot easier to explain why he was the only one running the shop to someone his age.

That, and any company was good company right now.

"My mom and dad run the place, I'm just watching while they're out." Writ said casually, getting out a pair of tongs and looked at where the kid pointed through the glass. It could be the glare of the window, but his hands looked... Different. Yeah, he really should be talking, his twitchy ears were weird enough.

He took the cake with his tongs and plopped it on a clean plate, he slid it over to Fish.

"Dollar fifty." Writ said, ringing up the cash register.

"Writ." He said simply, dumping the change into the register. He leaned back on the surface that held the cups and blenders and coffee making stuff. So this kid was named Fish... Cooool. He only made introductions and he already liked him.

"So, Fish, what are you doing on a rainy night like this?"

Wit's ears seemed to perk up as Fish mentioned the game. This was a surprise. He's been talking to everyone about it, but it was hard to decipher facts from the jargon that he kept getting. It was hard to know what exactly The Game was about, let alone anything else. He grinned a little, maybe Fish here can give him some reliable info.

"Well, I've heard rumors bout' it, armies and stuff, right?"

"Nope." Writ said, Gods of old.... Huh, it sounded familiar, his Social Studies teacher. Not that he paid attention to his teachers or anything. This was a new twist to things, he didn't hear anything like this. It sparked some intrigue.

Writ took two mugs from underneath the counter and pumped them both full of hot water from one of the thermoses in the kitchen area, he took out a tin of cocoa powder and spooned a few spoonfuls in each cup. He stirred them and placed one in front of Fish, he held one for himself.

"On me." Wit smiled, "So, what about these God guys?"

Writ's head went down to hear Fish, and his ears collected the information.

He appreciated all the knowledge, but why blab it to him? Fish didn't seem to have much of a motive to tell him other than the hot chocolate. As for that shop, he knew where it was, his house was a block or two away from it. He's only saw the owner once, only a passing glance, but he got a good look and if he remembered her face right, she looked weird.

"So you're telling me that weird lady knows all about The Game?" Writ asked, "And why are you telling me?"

He wasn't accusing the kid of lying, he trusted him enough. Still, it's not everyday that a customer comes in and gives you exactly what you wanted, life just didn't work that way.

The kid's eyes looked at Fish's hands, it seemed like he wasn't seeing things.

"Cooooool." Fish just became more and more likable.

He sipped his cooled hot chocolate before talking again,

"What do you mean 'Special players'?" Writ looked confused. He was under the impression that anyone could just join the game. Perhaps all the rumors he heard were wrong, because the kid seemed to be talking about something that's completely new to him.