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kokuhane with his snake character Troy and rabbit Flip, kcoked out in about half an hour.
***
Within their own territory, a snake may remain comfortably motionless, conserving energy for hours at a time, in anticipation of the appearance of suitable prey.
It was an intensely slow day for Troy. The morning rush of caffeine addicts had been beaten back from their morning fix by the bitter cold outside. The few brave foolhardy souls who made it had been and gone. Troy had been idly brewing a fresh batch of coffee while watching his breakfast muffins go stale.
“I'm starting to think I should have opened something more profitable than a coffee shop. Like a DVD rental store”, thought the snake. Being the owner had its downsides. Still, the place was his and he was proud of it. Especially the self-designed uniform. Although he could only wear the shirt, given his body, he filled it out damn well in his own opinion. The black t-shirt hugged tight to his broad, defined chest like a second skin, the arm cuffs pinching his thick arms just a tad. The jet-blackness of the fabric stood out well against his own crimson and black scales.
And speak of the devil, the prey appears. Nervous in a new environment, the furry creature remains oblivious to the danger lurking within.
DING
The bell rang out as the door opened, snapping Troy out of his self-indulgent self-appraisal. A caramel brown head popped in aound the door frame.
“Hello?” it enquired. Not a single customer to be seen. “Are you open?”
“Hey there!Welcome to Troy Before You Buy! Take a seat and I'll be with you once I'm finished loading the cafetiere” cheerily replied Troy.
“Um, ooooookkkkkay...”, warily replied the fuzzy face, venturing forth. “Uh, who said that?”
“Oh right, sorry, over here”, waved Troy. In retrospect, putting redbrick around the counter area was a bad idea, given his tendency to blend against it.
The customer seated himself by a window. Wrapped up in a parka, scarf across his face and gloves, Troy couldn't make head nor tails out of what species this guy even was. The customer whipped off his woollen hat and...
“Ah, it's rabbit season”, thought Troy, as two long brown ears unfurled from underneath it.
Silently, the snake assesses its target.
“Kinda cute too. Look at that nose, aw” thought Troy as he slithered over to the table. “And what can I get you?” asked Troy, whipping out a pen and notebook.
“Um, can I have a...”, began the rabbit, before drifting off into momentary silence on seeing Troy looming up beside him. Troy smirked slightly. He knew that look. “Oh this will be fun”, he thought. The rabbit snapped out of it. “Uh...um...I'll have a mocha latte, please.”
“One hunka latte, coming up” winked Troy. The rabbit blushed noticeably, even underneath the fur. “Sorry” murmured the rabbit.
“Hey, I'm flattered. Though five more seconds of staring and I was going to add the show to your bill” said Troy as he headed back to the counter. “Got a sweet tooth, Mr Mocha?”
“No, no, it's just a cheat day and in this weather I felt like treating myself” said the rabbit, unzipping his jacket.
“Cheat day?” thought Troy, looking back to his sole customer. “Holy hell...”
Sitting atop his removed parka, the rabbit was a hell of a lot bigger than Troy had thought. Almost on the snake's own level, but not as defined. And the piece of chest fur poking out from under the rabbit's collar... Troy bit his knuckle. “And here I thought I'd unwrapped all my Christmas gifts last month.”
The snake begins to get into position, waiting for the prey to let its guard down...
“Soooooo, should I bother putting a name down on this or...?” enquired Troy.
“Uh, I'm the only guy here?” said the rabbit, warily.
“Store policy” replied Troy. It wasn't, but what was the point of being the owner if you couldn't arbitraily implement new rules to benefit yourself whenever you wanted?
“Oh, right. Flip.” said the rabbit.
There was a pause. “Really?” said Troy.
The rabbit's nose twitched. “I know, I know. They let my brother name me. I kept flipping around in the cot as a baby.”
“I wouldn't mind flipping you over in the bed right now” thought Troy as he brought the mocha over.
“Thanks very much”, said Flip, cupping his hands around the mug and sipping from it. “God, that's good.”
“Better become a regular then, there's plenty more where that came from” smiled Troy. Flip smiled back. A chink in the armour had appeared.
The prey senses something is amiss.
“Hey, do you have the time?”
“Uh oh”, thought Troy. “This could be his escape clause.” He leaned back to check the clock on the wall. “Almost midday”.
“Oh crap, my bus”, said Flip, hopping to his feet and whipping his parka back on. “Can I take this to go? I'll bring the mug back, I swear.”
“Sure. Wait, wait, I'll get your receipt” said Troy, buying time as he darted over to the register.
The prey realises too late the danger it is in.
“I've left a 20 on the table, sorry, I really have to make this bus” Flip said, already at the door.
The snake strikes.
Flip was spun around by the snake. There was a brief look. They both knew their roles here. Troy leaned in, smiled and kissed Flip deeply on the lips. He could taste the mocha on his tongue. The rabbit closed his eyes and leaned back against the door. He knew what was coming next...
A piece of paper was pushed into his hand. “And your receipt.”
“Bwha?” spluttered Flip, coming back to reality.
“Come on kid, you've a bus to catch” smirked Troy and opened the door for the rabbit.
“Oh, right...” muttered Flip. “Well, uh...thanks”
The prey escapes but is fatally wounded.
Flip wandered down the street in a daze to the bus stop. The taste of the snake still lingered on his lips. He was still thinking this as he handed the money in his hand to the bus driver.
“Hey buddy, we're a cash only business here”, said the driver, thrusting the paper back at the rabbit.
“Huh?” said Flip, and looked into his hands. It had been the receipt from the coffee house he'd handed over as cash. But the total didn't make sense. No way coffee cost that much. It looked high enough to..
....be a phone number.
The snake can now go after the prey at it's own leisure, his satisfaction guaranteed.
Troy grinned to himself back at the coffee shop.
“You've been served by Troy. Come back soon.”
kokuhane with his snake character Troy and rabbit Flip, kcoked out in about half an hour.***
Within their own territory, a snake may remain comfortably motionless, conserving energy for hours at a time, in anticipation of the appearance of suitable prey.
It was an intensely slow day for Troy. The morning rush of caffeine addicts had been beaten back from their morning fix by the bitter cold outside. The few brave foolhardy souls who made it had been and gone. Troy had been idly brewing a fresh batch of coffee while watching his breakfast muffins go stale.
“I'm starting to think I should have opened something more profitable than a coffee shop. Like a DVD rental store”, thought the snake. Being the owner had its downsides. Still, the place was his and he was proud of it. Especially the self-designed uniform. Although he could only wear the shirt, given his body, he filled it out damn well in his own opinion. The black t-shirt hugged tight to his broad, defined chest like a second skin, the arm cuffs pinching his thick arms just a tad. The jet-blackness of the fabric stood out well against his own crimson and black scales.
And speak of the devil, the prey appears. Nervous in a new environment, the furry creature remains oblivious to the danger lurking within.
DING
The bell rang out as the door opened, snapping Troy out of his self-indulgent self-appraisal. A caramel brown head popped in aound the door frame.
“Hello?” it enquired. Not a single customer to be seen. “Are you open?”
“Hey there!Welcome to Troy Before You Buy! Take a seat and I'll be with you once I'm finished loading the cafetiere” cheerily replied Troy.
“Um, ooooookkkkkay...”, warily replied the fuzzy face, venturing forth. “Uh, who said that?”
“Oh right, sorry, over here”, waved Troy. In retrospect, putting redbrick around the counter area was a bad idea, given his tendency to blend against it.
The customer seated himself by a window. Wrapped up in a parka, scarf across his face and gloves, Troy couldn't make head nor tails out of what species this guy even was. The customer whipped off his woollen hat and...
“Ah, it's rabbit season”, thought Troy, as two long brown ears unfurled from underneath it.
Silently, the snake assesses its target.
“Kinda cute too. Look at that nose, aw” thought Troy as he slithered over to the table. “And what can I get you?” asked Troy, whipping out a pen and notebook.
“Um, can I have a...”, began the rabbit, before drifting off into momentary silence on seeing Troy looming up beside him. Troy smirked slightly. He knew that look. “Oh this will be fun”, he thought. The rabbit snapped out of it. “Uh...um...I'll have a mocha latte, please.”
“One hunka latte, coming up” winked Troy. The rabbit blushed noticeably, even underneath the fur. “Sorry” murmured the rabbit.
“Hey, I'm flattered. Though five more seconds of staring and I was going to add the show to your bill” said Troy as he headed back to the counter. “Got a sweet tooth, Mr Mocha?”
“No, no, it's just a cheat day and in this weather I felt like treating myself” said the rabbit, unzipping his jacket.
“Cheat day?” thought Troy, looking back to his sole customer. “Holy hell...”
Sitting atop his removed parka, the rabbit was a hell of a lot bigger than Troy had thought. Almost on the snake's own level, but not as defined. And the piece of chest fur poking out from under the rabbit's collar... Troy bit his knuckle. “And here I thought I'd unwrapped all my Christmas gifts last month.”
The snake begins to get into position, waiting for the prey to let its guard down...
“Soooooo, should I bother putting a name down on this or...?” enquired Troy.
“Uh, I'm the only guy here?” said the rabbit, warily.
“Store policy” replied Troy. It wasn't, but what was the point of being the owner if you couldn't arbitraily implement new rules to benefit yourself whenever you wanted?
“Oh, right. Flip.” said the rabbit.
There was a pause. “Really?” said Troy.
The rabbit's nose twitched. “I know, I know. They let my brother name me. I kept flipping around in the cot as a baby.”
“I wouldn't mind flipping you over in the bed right now” thought Troy as he brought the mocha over.
“Thanks very much”, said Flip, cupping his hands around the mug and sipping from it. “God, that's good.”
“Better become a regular then, there's plenty more where that came from” smiled Troy. Flip smiled back. A chink in the armour had appeared.
The prey senses something is amiss.
“Hey, do you have the time?”
“Uh oh”, thought Troy. “This could be his escape clause.” He leaned back to check the clock on the wall. “Almost midday”.
“Oh crap, my bus”, said Flip, hopping to his feet and whipping his parka back on. “Can I take this to go? I'll bring the mug back, I swear.”
“Sure. Wait, wait, I'll get your receipt” said Troy, buying time as he darted over to the register.
The prey realises too late the danger it is in.
“I've left a 20 on the table, sorry, I really have to make this bus” Flip said, already at the door.
The snake strikes.
Flip was spun around by the snake. There was a brief look. They both knew their roles here. Troy leaned in, smiled and kissed Flip deeply on the lips. He could taste the mocha on his tongue. The rabbit closed his eyes and leaned back against the door. He knew what was coming next...
A piece of paper was pushed into his hand. “And your receipt.”
“Bwha?” spluttered Flip, coming back to reality.
“Come on kid, you've a bus to catch” smirked Troy and opened the door for the rabbit.
“Oh, right...” muttered Flip. “Well, uh...thanks”
The prey escapes but is fatally wounded.
Flip wandered down the street in a daze to the bus stop. The taste of the snake still lingered on his lips. He was still thinking this as he handed the money in his hand to the bus driver.
“Hey buddy, we're a cash only business here”, said the driver, thrusting the paper back at the rabbit.
“Huh?” said Flip, and looked into his hands. It had been the receipt from the coffee house he'd handed over as cash. But the total didn't make sense. No way coffee cost that much. It looked high enough to..
....be a phone number.
The snake can now go after the prey at it's own leisure, his satisfaction guaranteed.
Troy grinned to himself back at the coffee shop.
“You've been served by Troy. Come back soon.”
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