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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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"You are not."

His eyelids flutter.



Of that, he's certain.

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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.'

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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."

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'Is that right?'

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

'Then do it.'

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"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.

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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.