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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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'Maybe I don't want to go dancing on the lake. Why would I? There's no soul to it. Or you, I think.'

You'll never be mine.

'I like it in here. There's more to see.'

Another degree higher. Done slowly.

He wonders if Frost can sweat.

It cannot.

It only sighs, and closes it's eyes, and sets it's chin on knees.

"I was not offering."

Not yet.

"And you are wrong. It is much better to be out, and to dance."

'You see my point though? I can go with you. You cannot come with me.'

This cigarette actually burns down because he feels like the motion of tapping the ash off.

'Different things for different creatures. Cold makes you strong. People are my entertainment. We are not the same.'

But both forever.

And Jack maybe even more than him.

"I am not truly a person."

Half lidded eyes watch the cigarette with a small smile.

"Though in a way, I can be. Cruel Thing calls me hers. But she lies very often, so this might be another. I think it might be more about sex but I am not very sure."

'You seem to have a preoccupation with the carnal. I like that.'

And the heat rises. Slowly. Always slowly.

'You are not a person at all. If you were I would have you by now, I think.'

"I do not understand it."

He sighs, and there are crystals in his breath.

"And it is frustrating. Because it sounds to be so stupid and still everyone chases and the silly thing kissed me..."

He looks almost ready to slip into sleep.

His voice is like caramel all of a sudden, it's low and soothing, the Irish lilt more pronounced.

'The only way to know is to try, is it not? People chase it for a reason...and it's good Jack...'

Another couple of degrees, gradually, as he watches and smiles and smokes slowly.

'...is it Jack?

There's a choked laugh, from somewhere very far away.

'Was I offering?'

You're nearly asleep Jack. I could take, if I wanted. I can make you burn for me...

He sits and watches, eyes bright behind the shades.

"You are not."

His eyelids flutter.

Of that, he's certain.

He laughs softly and heats the air a little more, just to see what will happen.

'If you're so sure, then sleep. If you think I won't harm you, then sleep Jack.'

He frown lifting his head. It seems to be very difficult.

His head drops again, battle lost.

"...know I can be safe and... 'sleep at th'same time."

'Is that right?'

Another degree, for good measure. And he has no plans to take, this evening.

'Then do it.'

"Hah."

And he sighs, once, and he's asleep for a very short moment.

But, then he's also gone, in a shower of frost, because it's his body and it's hard to hold when he's that tired, and harder still in warmth.

But no matter the reason, there is one man alone in a seat, at least until Jack wakes.

And he tilts his head, and smiles. Because it was an experiment worth trying, no matter that he lost.

Or so he tells himself. But his eyes harden a little.

And then he's gone.

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