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((The thoughts looked like things he said. I really couldn't tell. Perhaps you should designate thoughts with single quotations or italics? And he did say "'stupid cold.'"))

Cameron passed the cofee shop with coffee. Looking inside, he found it was still crowded. But he did see a small corner where he could curl up in his music. "Well, why not get some food to go with it?" he asked himself, and entered towards the counter, making sure his CD player had enough batteries.

Having the day off today, which rarely happened, Brice wasn't sure what to do with himself. Usually he'd just sleep the day away until he had to get up and go to work for the night, but today he just wasn't sleepy. Maybe it was because the temperature outside was a tad cooler than yesterday and his body was eager to feel the chill.

Brice hated most things that had to do with fire or heat, but he just couldn't go without a cigarette. At least one a day, which wasn't so bad considering he'd known people who smoked a pack if not more a day. The said cancer stick was currently poking out of his mouth, and bobbing up and down as he walked along the street passing others as they tried to get cabs or rush to work. People all bundled up from the cold weather would pause to give him strange looks, as Brice only wore a thin green zip up sweater, which of course he never zipped up.

His stomach grumbled, letting him know it wanted something, anything to be put in it. That morning he hadn't eatten, though he usually didn't, so his body had to complain. Glancing up a head he saw a coffee shop.

"Hmph, I would be hungry near a friggin heat house." Brice mumbled to himself. Coffee, his life long nemesis. Well... they should sell food there too. Maybe donuts or muffins, something edible that wouldn't be hot. Stopping in front of the door to the coffee shop he took one more puff on his cig and then dropped it, stepping on it to stub it out. Pushing the door open he stepped in, instantly regretting it. It felt like he'd walked into a sauna. Running his fingers through his bedhead mess of hair, Brice walked over to the counter hoping to grab something quickly and be out of there.

Skyy's front teeth caught the edge of his foam cup, dark eyes following that extended finger to the paper not far from himself. He had learned to stay away from glass cups whenever it was possible. It was too often he would shatter the glass by accidently letting it slip through his fingers. Foam was better on both himself and the workers.

Almost completely motionless, the teen just stared at the paper. After a held silence, making it seem as if he weren't going to respond at all, his gaze flicked back to the red-head. "I was thinking about it," was all he finally answered. Actually, the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. He hadn't really been aware of the newspaper's presence in the least, but now that it was pointed out, he didn't know if he wanted someone else to have it. There was always the slim possibilty he may want to pick it up and skim through page after page of mostly useless information. Why give it away?

"I haven't decided yet actually," he added. "You don't want it or anything, do you?"

The moment Skyy spotted the motion of Kalen reaching, his own hand snatched out to grab it. Though his own movement was hasty, he made it seem casual enough. "Hn.. I said I might," he stated as if in explanation, setting his empty cup in the paper's place. "I'm sorry if I didn't speak up enough for you to hear." In no way did he sound sarcastic or aggravated. His voice remained at a smoothe, calm level.

He worked to fold the paper in half so only the top headline showed. Something about a disasterous fire in an old apartment building on downtown 3rd it seemed. He glanced up at Kalen looking as innocent as could be.

Shiyaa silently watched the boy with the news paper and the other man from behind the counter, an eyebrow raised. He then shifted his attention to the man who walked up.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked, smiling, although he was rather confused about the man's clothing. Looking at the man made him feel extremely cold, and he couldn't help but shiver a little.

Shiyaa nodded, slightly horrified at the thought of iced coffee during this season, but got it anyway. He brought the coffee and muffin to the man, then took the money.

" I hope that's enough ice," Shiyaa said, staring at the cup. His adopted son was staring at it from his seat at the counter as well. Shiyaa patted his head, then looked back to the man, holding out several coins," Here's your change..."

Shadi finished his hot chocolate just in time to hear the dinging of bells. He cringed slightly, knowing what he would see, but turned anyway. It was, as he had known, Gervain. It seemed that rescently, more often than not, he could always feel when the other was near. It was most likely do to the continuation of their long-established bond. A shiver ran down his spine as their eyes locked for the breifest of momenta before the pale boy looked away, blue eyes wide. Why did the other always follow him everywhere?



Gervain smiled at the boy's reaction. Nearly ten years and he was still acting like that? How... amusing. Well, he supposed old fears never really did subside but this was something else altogether. He sauntered over to his fight partner. "Come one, Shadi. We're going," he said cooly.


SHadi couldn't meet the other's eyes. He looked down and then set his now empty mug down on the coffee table before standing up slowly. He had... he had wanted to get away from Gervain for a while and the other had known it!!