Mocha goodness

[tamaratalk]

Now that I've recovered the use of my bodily functions (I still want to kill Andrew and his stupid winged monkeys!) it's time for me to get on with my life, such as it is. Only I don't really want to go back to my lonely apartment, with the nightmare painted walls. I don't want to go back to only having the memories of my mother and brother to

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[mike_czajak]

"Yeah, my powers of mystical perception aren't what they used to be, and when they were, they weren't enough to predict the future, though they're better now than then," I commented, grinning slightly. "Er, yes." I set down the pair of caffienated brown drinks and settled down in a seat across from Tamara, taking a long drag of my own beverage like a Goth poet on a clove cigarette.

[tamaratalk]

I took a sip of the mocha, and smiled a bit nervously.

"Well... I wanted to thank you for how well you looked after me while I was paralysed. I really don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you."

[mike_czajak]

"This. Blaaaaagggh." I made a weird face, and grinned. "Besides... if you hadn't come back with me, I'd have had to deal with monkeys and Andrew all by myself."

[tamaratalk]

I smiled.

"Well, then it's a good thing we were there for each other."

I took another sip of the mocha for courage, and continued.

"I... really liked staying at the club..."