Where my coffee lovers at?

[bestseller]

It's International Coffee Day and the first person you think of is me?

Okay, I like my coffee, don't get me wrong here, but I'm not that obsessed with it. I don't need ten cups to get me through the day. And sure, maybe one of those 'in-game' achievements was to go around the woods collecting coffee thermoses, which you haven't finished by the way, but really? It's just me? You have to have to know other people besides me.

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Alright, fine. Go drink some more for the both of us then.

Comments

[notjustinthemirror]

Tabloids? Now I don't think we're talking about the same thing at all.

[Awww.. he likes the sass. Also stop being interesting and he'll get bored and wander away. But you're being so twitchy he can't resist! He's also probably within lunging distance. Just .. you know.. FYI.]

[bestseller]

Yeah. [Tabloids. Paparazzi. They can be worse than demons you know.] And you're probably right about that.

[Alan can't help it; he's an interesting guy. Dark, evil things like him apparently. And twitchy? Well, that's not the coffee, he hasn't had enough for that effect, but it's a good thing he is, because now he may just be stepping back and avoiding your reach.]

[notjustinthemirror]

So coffee. Tabloids. Steady fingers. What is this deep dark secret thing you do that you're so hesitant to share?

[This dark semi-evil thing likes him anyway. They'll be bffs in no time.]

[bestseller]

It's not so much a secret as it is a profession. I'm sure you're aware of writing. [Dark secret? What dark secret? Nothing possessed him and used him to try to free itself into the world; you're crazy.

Uh, no thanks on the BFF bit. Alan already has one. So he's just going to continue to distance himself from you.]

[notjustinthemirror]

Yes. I'm aware of writing.

[This is where his eyeroll would go if he wasn't all demony and sort of above that.]

So why so cagey?

[Not far enough apparently. He's by your side again, reaching out to shove at your shoulder now Alan. Just to see what he'll do. It's an experiment okay?

Hey, but this bff you could sic on your publisher guy when he called too much. You're hurting his demon- feelings.]

[bestseller]

[Well, for starters, he doesn't even answer back to your question. When he feels the shove, Alan reacts with it, a jerk of surprise, and the flashlight comes out, blasting the other with the beam. Even though the light doesn't work on him, Alan doesn't know this (but both muns do unfortunately). And sure, it would've been great if Barry hadn't called him so much, but it's been two years since he's even contacted the guy. And no, he's not looking for a new friend either.

Finally, he responds.]

Pushing people is a great way to get answers. [Sarcasm.]

[notjustinthemirror]

[He just stares at the flashlight, debating about ripping it out of his hands.]

So is blinding someone with a flashlight.

[Fight sarcasm with sarcasm.]

[bestseller]

[And now Alan is alongside his mun swearing obscenities at the fact that light has no effect on it. Would a gun? Should we let the mun know first this time again, or let them both be surprised?]

I wasn't asking you anything. [He's still defensive, despite that the one thing that's saved him numerous times isn't doing its job.]

[notjustinthemirror]

[Flashlights won't solve all your problems Alan. Also a gun would work, though it would make him really, really angry. Also be forewarned that he bleeds this nasty black goo and he'll make it a point to get it all over you.]

Oh relax. I'm not going to suddenly attack you.

Laaaate! Stupid RL

[bestseller]

[Not all of his problems, but lately it's the only thing he's really needed.]

Heh, yeah. You just shoved me.

/sobs forever. Nah, no worries. <3

[notjustinthemirror]

You consider that an attack? It must be quite a lovely world you normally live in. Are there birds singing and choreographed dancing as well?

[bestseller]

In some cases. [He doesn't even want to know what you consider an attack. Doesn't want to stick around to see it either; and honestly, he probably won't even see it coming.]

Hardly. [He has one hand on the flashlight, another hand in his pocket reaching for his gun. He really should run, yet, for whatever reason won't. A part of Alan wants to know more, but on the other hand, doesn't.] More like police sirens and crowded subways. [Used to be. Alan actually misses it.]

[notjustinthemirror]

[Don't worry Alan, he's not gonna attack you. In fact he's pretty harmless unless you're Ethan or you make him angry.]

Sounds like my kind of place. Except instead of crowded they were filled with deranged criminals with crowbars, dead birds, and serial killers.

[bestseller]

[Oh... Alan has been known to piss people off. Demons too, or whatever that Dark Presence was. Sometimes he does it purposely, sometimes accidently, but mostly just the first.]

That sounds like a part of New York's charm that movies only want to show.

[notjustinthemirror]

Close. But grittier. And a lot more ... oozy. Don't ask me why. I'm not the decorator. I'd put in some choice changes.

More bars for one. And free firearms for all!

[bestseller]

Oozy? [He did not like the way that sounded from both the demon's mouth and his own.]

Sounds like a real cheerful place.

[notjustinthemirror]

Yeah you know.. oozy.

[You wanted a demonstration right? That sounded like he was asking for a demonstration. DEMONSTRATION IT IS. The Demon pretty much dissolves into a puddle of black oozy goop that spreads out and will get all over Alan's shoes if he doesn't move.

A few minutes later he reforms, good as new.]

Oozy.

[bestseller]

[Oh god.

The gun comes out, yet, Alan doesn't use it. It's more like it's there to be used as a method of threat, and besides, he's too busy stepping back in fear and disgust at what's happening now.

And he keeps stepping back, even after this demon has reformed, almost ready to run now. In fact, he should run.]

Yeah, oozy. Okay, I get it.

[notjustinthemirror]

Hey, you asked.

[He can't help being made of gooey nastiness. Don't judge him!]

So no, it's not real cheerful. It's also windy, rainy, overcast, and there's a legion of homeless people who want to beat you to a pulp for fun.

Great place to visit. Bring the kids.