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fandomtownies2026-06-09 08:44 am
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Chilly Boulder, Tuesday Evening
He'd been dozing off. Just a very late afternoon nap.
The annoying thing about being the offspring of an angel and a demon was that you were kinda tapped into things against your will. And so sometimes the tiniest sliver of some weird ethereal energy showing up at your old high school would just-- worm its way into your head. And if you knew what it was about, well--
There you were. Napless, with your hands shoved into the pockets of your long red leather coat, ordering a strawberry sundae at Chilly Boulder like you hadn't been avoiding this place for years.
"With extra strawberries?" Dante tried.
The lady behind the counter eyed him. "We remember you," she said. "You'll order seconds."
He sighed. "Fine, if you're gonna be like that," he said. "Fuck capitalism."
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The annoying thing about being the offspring of an angel and a demon was that you were kinda tapped into things against your will. And so sometimes the tiniest sliver of some weird ethereal energy showing up at your old high school would just-- worm its way into your head. And if you knew what it was about, well--
There you were. Napless, with your hands shoved into the pockets of your long red leather coat, ordering a strawberry sundae at Chilly Boulder like you hadn't been avoiding this place for years.
"With extra strawberries?" Dante tried.
The lady behind the counter eyed him. "We remember you," she said. "You'll order seconds."
He sighed. "Fine, if you're gonna be like that," he said. "Fuck capitalism."
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