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PMD2 Oneshot: Jealousy''Heh heh heh...'' Dusknoir let out a grim smile.
Seeing his Sableye closing in on Garchomp, Primal Dialga's other agent, the Ghost-type Pokémon had a malicious smile on his face, but he almost fainted from laughter on the inside. Trying to keep his cool and hide his laughter, he continued talking.
''It's very flattering to see that Master Dialga's ultimate agent never had any chance against me to begin with.'' Dusknoir said, his voice having a tone of arrogance in it.
''Gaaah!'' Garchomp lost his temper, ''Who do you think you are?!''
''Heh heh heh... I am the Great Dusknoir. I am Master Dialga's only agent... from now on.''
Strange red lights were visible in Dusknoir's single eye. It almost seemed as if Dusknoir's heart was grasped by some sort of darkness. As if his hatred for Garchomp, Primal Dialga's other agent, a hate fueled by jealousy, had completely taken over him.
''You... the Great Dusknoir?!'' Garchomp hissed back in anger.
''Precisely.'' Dusknoir replied, his red e
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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