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There is an abandoned plate of cookies sitting on the table.

Next to it, are a pair of sunglasses that may look vaguely familiar.

Curled up on the booth seat, half-but-not-quite-asleep is Jack of the Frost. His eyes are open, half-lidded, and contemplative.

And he wants to talk to someone. Anyone. You? Come by! He needs help some conversation.

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And suddenly, with no warning or announcement, the other side of the booth is filled.

He's got another pair of shades, it would seem. Which doesn't mean he doesn't want the other ones back.

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"Hullo, Belial."

A slow hand reaches out, pushing the glasses idly towards him, movements strangely languid.

"The day finds you well?"

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The brow creases, just a fraction. He'd wanted to fight for them.

A blink, and they start smoking on the tabletop.

'As well as all days Jack. How about yourself?'

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"Is this sarcasm?"


It's an honest question.



And yes, the subtle bite is back. He's never been one for safety, after all.

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'Then you shall have it.'

The shades catch light and just sit there between them, the fire perfectly well contained and controlled. The table does not blacken.

'You say 'vain' like it's a bad thing.'

His voice is mild, no threat whatsoever. But the eyes, from behind the glasses, watch.

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His eyes immediately close again, and he sending them skittering

and falling

to the floor

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They continue to burn, even when they're nothing more than a shapeless mass of plastic and glass on the floor.

'Then say what you mean.'

And for the space of...three? Four?...seconds - Jack will see himself, the perfect double sitting opposite.

'Stupid thing.'

It was his turn to emulate his voice, see? Jack had copied him the night before.

And then he's the man again. He could have just used Jack's voice, but he's all about the flair.

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His eyes still haven't opened.

But what is sight, to such as him?

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He laughs and observes casually, 'You say 'whore' like it's a bad thing too.'

A cigarette is suddenly in his hand, already lit.

'You're welcome to the ice. I'll keep my fire.'

Though really, neither are his. And neither bother him. It's a human affectation, the preoccupation with fire. He just likes it.

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"Well, I have heard it said but as an insult."

He cracks one eye open, the side away from the fire, and shrugs, the model example of reasonable thinking.

"Perhaps I am mistaken. Men make very little sense, at times."

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'Whores provide the oldest service in the world. I wish I could take credit for them.'

His head tilts.

'Men are defined by the things they want. They're simple creatures, I think.'

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"You've started talking like me."

Amused glee in his voice.

"I am contagious. I think. But you are right. They waste all too much time in bed."

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'No. I don't think I sound like you.' The voice takes on slightly more edge. 'But it seems that I'm not the only vain one at this table, although I might be the only one who'll admit to it.'

He smokes, every movement graceful. 'Time in bed is not wasteful. They like to call lust a sin but it's only because they're trying to deny me.'

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"Snowdrop?" A concerned voice drifted over and the wine is hastily placed on the table.

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"Cruel Thing."

He glances up.

The glasses disappear into his pocket.

"Come and sit with me?"

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She obeys, for once not arguing against his command.

"Are you well?" Her hand drifts to just before his face, pausing, not wishing to hurt him today.

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"I think I may be in very much trouble."

He touches the tip of a finger to her palm.

"But I am not sure."

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"Be sure." She advised, shivering lightly. There was something almost gentle about her today. Or Peaceful.

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"I will."

He grins.

"But. I stole his sunglasses."

Hah.

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"Who's sunglasses? Your human's?" Thea examined the cookies with abject disgust, distracted for a moment. She sniffed at it delicately.

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"Satan's?"

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Thea's eyes widened. She was not a demon, no obligation to call him Master, but she was not foolish enough to underestimate his power.

"Did he hurt you?"

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"He is of fire."

A preoccupied hand runs across his chin.



"I am in trouble, then."

It's not a question.

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"Then freeze him." She commanded angrily, tapping her fingers impatiently on the table.

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"I tried to."

He frowns.

"That was also not very well done. I do not think I want to dwell on it, please."