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swynlake-spill · 3 years
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Boba, please bully some of our shyer residents into posting selfies! I am dying for some Rarer Insta Content.
ok i’ll try here we go 
@vixey-chakraborty KEEP THE COW CONTENT COMING BUT ALSO LET UR OWN NATURAL RADIANCE SHINE!!! I LOVE U PLEASE IM ASKING SO NICELY BUT ALSO VERY LOUDLY SO EVERYONE CAN HEAR 
@rikuxnakayama sir  i cannot keep buying overpriced coffee from [name redacted] just for the ten seconds of eye contact we have i simply do not make enough money have pity on me and POST 
@vitani-blackwell u arent really shy so i dont understand how you are not posting daily thirst traps i have seen your body and therefore seen god please RESUME REGULAR CONTENT 
@melody-the-unwritten typing ur username just now made me cry. :( melody i MISS YOu. melody i dont think u understand u could be miss swynlake if u wanted... this is your YEAR
@princess-ting-ting you post extremely quality pics of your fish and family jigsaw puzzles and stuff and thats valid and good plz dont stop but also you are the qin i respect in this world and i think you deserve to be told how beautiful u are js 
@littlelectriceelduh ur mysterious and look like the boy my mum warned me about. plz indulge my worst desires and help me star in my very own all time low pop punk fantasy 
@arista-the-musical BLASPHEMY that i am tagging a triton wtf did your sisters teach u!! arista when i say that i believe if you post selfies tagged #stopglobalwarming that it could maybe inspire a movement im not even being hyperbolic i think the power is in your hands and you should use it 
@cinderellaashbourne HONEY PLEASE COME HOME tiana as her roommate why are you not instilling in ella the confidence needed to become a powerhouse insta mom im just saying she could build an empire off her smile 
@babettexdurand seeing u makes me go  🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺 sincerely do not think there are words... 
@evil--endeavors you want to be taken seriously as a business woman, totally fair! however, fourth wave feminism said stuff about idk owning ur sexuality or-- nvm dont do it for me do it for the young LESBIANS. also kick me in the face :) 
@one-lucky-lad small confession...i have a crush on this darling I KNOW I KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING however i am not immune to the specific charms of his beautiful blue eyes. im just saying haha what if we kissed 
@tink-bell tink used to post all the time but then she got her heart broken or something and i just think she needs to build up all that very valid fierce tink bell confidence she was famous for!! tink PLEASE give me the bed selfie i know you have! txt me u up ;) ? ask me to netflix and chill! also post on instagram obviously! 
@sanmononoke what is going on with this person real talk besides ofc being very hot as per swynlake’s hotness requirement. idk if she has an instagram. bet she’d post like feet pics and shit like that. think that we need a little bit of that spice in swynlake dont you!!! 
@moon-yeongjun frankly it is a crime that we are all collectively robbed of the journey that would be jun moon instagram experience. if you dont think he’s hot you’re lying to yourself!! new rule every time jun posts a petition he owes us a selfie its only fair idk im once again putting tiana to the task of making that happen
@notmuchofatail he’s been posting more lately but it is not enough for me. gregory eeyore is my past present and future. like im in love with him is what im saying. 
@a-merman-not-a-guppy stop pretending like you’re not a handsome lad its EMBARRASSING. what is the point also of designing ur own clothes if you arent putting up your wares on instagram. again this is just common sense i cannot believe im giving this immaculate advice for free. 
@notbad-justsungthatway again she posts decently but i think she should post more bc she is easily in the ten hottest people ever in swynlake. its a fact not an opinion and we’d all feel a lot calmer if she was active daily on instagram
@pinkpearlpark the coolest of the teens!! i need her to post so she can teach ME how to post. like idk what im doing teach me the ways of being an attractive rich cool person miss park! 
@bucktoothed--ice-prince again idk whats going on here he’s this very mysterious stranger who blew into town out of nowhere. maybe going without an instagram is the whole point but i would rather write dumb things on ur posts tbh
@trickster-knownas-pan AND A THIRD person who i know nothing about. maybe i am just nosy but also you are hot so you owe me something thats how survival of the fittest works maybe !!!!!!! i failed science three times!!!! 
@devyn-morey lol i know he posts a lot but obviously! obviously! 
@geehosaphat on the other hand martin has two posts on his instagram maybe and thats abysmal. martin you do realize you’re like. hot right. i mean it like you could be in a magazine. you’re hot. take off your shirt sometime maybe if you’re comfortable so you can flaunt it! 
@winndeavor again i know ur a serious business person who has a certain brand to maintain. on the other hand: you have abs. much to think about i know. 
@hclyghcst DISGUSTING that you could win jewel of the season or w/e and then disappear from my life. you owe me like ten selfies at this point! you’re cute kind and a good friend to people in your life! fuck im obsessed with u!! 
@vvinter-queen and now we shout out to her sister ANNA to help her. anna how is it that u have a moderately thriving bookstagram and yet elsa has no idea what a filter is. intervene. fix it. she’s beautiful. imagine how much ice cream u will sell. 
@gleamdncglow u dont have to post bc it might actually piss me off considering how pretty you are. but if you want to i guess (please please please please please please) 
@gabriella-marino you know what’s the best way to get to know ppl in town and make friends! yeah ur right, its thirst traps on instagram! i think you’re so cute on a serious note please tell me more about u...maybe in the captions on your thirst trap for instagram! 
@edwardandalasia honestly just curious how it would go if someone showed edward who is maybe suffering from some textbook case of amnesia how instagram works. you also have the best skin ive ever seen. send me ur tips. ok thank u!!!
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secretshamewriting · 6 years
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Taming the Dragon-Chapter 4 (Viserys x Reader fic)
Chapter 3
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Warnings: Drinking/Alcohol Use
Viserys POV
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(Y/N) sprawled on the lavish floor pillows, and continued on as if he wasn’t even there. It was Illyrio who seemed intimidated by his presence, cowing and seeking his approval, wishing to include him. “That’s very interesting, is it not, Your Grace?”
Viserys glanced over to the fat man, waving his fingers to acknowledge in the same instant he turned back to watch (Y/N). She produced a hand drawn map of the Khal’s manse, she detailed the aspects of the party from what wine they chose to each guest. He and Magister Illyrio had been making arrangements of their own. There would be a fine Meerenese silk dress sewn for Daenerys and Illyrio had assured there would be gold and gems to match, everything they needed to show the Khal she was a Targaryen Princess.
He listened to every word, analyzed every inflection, watched every ounce of body language. His father had seen him trained with Varys, the Master of Secrets, when he was young.
The boy must know when they are lying to him. Once there was a time every soul in Westeros feared the Targaryen’s and now they think us fools! Everyone will try to deceive him, and if Rhaegar does betray me- Viserys will take the throne. He must be a strong king. We have to make them fear us again.
A conversation of years long past played in his mind, the raspy, trembling voice of his father ringing in his ears. That night he’d had that gleaming, rabid look in his eyes, the one that always made his mother send him off to study his letters.
They called him Aerys the Mad King. And though none dared say that name in the presence of the young Prince, he’d heard it often enough whispered in the halls. And while he may have been…irrational, the world had taught Viserys the truth of his father’s words. Hidden daggers told him not to trust anyone. The kind words, and eager help that had been offered by ‘friends’. Merchant Princes, Nobles from Braavos to Pentos, Magisters, all had started out open handed enough but that all changed. Their amorous stares, greed of befriending the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms, soured to bitter glares as if he was a diseased pauper, a raving mad man. What they didn’t know was that he would reclaim his lands, his throne and then they would regret turning him away when he was in need. He reveled in the thought of the cheese-mongers turning up to him to ask for fairer trade, the spice merchants complaining of taxes, how he looked forward to those days.
Viserys was thankful for his lessons with the Spider. He had learned to catch insects in their own web of lies. The lessons had served him well in the years moving from city to city. How to see one’s nervous twitches when they lied, to perceive if it was an exaggerated truth or straight out fiction. The way someone held themselves and how it belied their emotions, their intentions.
But watching (Y/N) she was nothing but, at ease? Comfort laid in her every word, her honest tone bearing all the layers so there was nothing further to analyze. He still would not dare to speak of his plans with her, he would wait until she left and speak with Illyrio alone. Not that he trusted the Magister either, but he had shown himself to be truly hungry for Viserys’ friendship.
So she shared what she came to share, then politely excused herself. Viserys and Illyrio discussed everything that would happen in the coming month to prepare Dany for meeting the Khal, they talked of how they hoped the night to go, and of days in the future. Once he had heard everything the Magister had to say, he took his leave.
The first stop was to check on Dany in her room. Viserys was delighted to see her sitting there, reading books and for the old gray handmaid who was looming over her asking questions. He strode in confidently and went to read over her shoulder, scooping the hair that was falling into her face so it would tamely lay down her back. “Study hard, sweet sister. Knowledge is a woman’s weapon. Men will always be more powerful with a sword, but your mind should best any man’s.” He stood up straight, smiling at the memory of his mother sharing that little tidbit with him, hoping she would be proud how he was preparing Dany.
A humorous scoff broke the otherwise still of the room as his sister focused on reading, but she immediately broke her attention to look up at her brother, what he’d found funny. “Not that you shall need much wit to deal with the Horselords.” smirking deviously before shrugging and offering “But it’s for every other man you shall meet. I imagine your husband won’t want me around all the time, well enough. So I won’t be able to keep as close an eye on you.” he could see the fear in her eyes. And as much as she might also fear him, the respect and need for his care was greater. The little sister was lost without the older brother to lead the way.
But he knew she was terrified of everything happening with the Khal, she had hardly slept a wink since he’d told her the plan a week past. That reminded him, “And you must sleep tonight. Do you think the Khal wants a girl with bags under her eyes like an old worn-out woman? If you do not I am assured one of the healers can make a draught to put you to sleep, but it’s been known to give terrible nightmares” he leaned his face close to hers now, his voice strained as if he had been telling one of the ghost stories of the Others. Dany squeaked at that and covered her mouth with her hands. Viserys raised his eyebrows and gestured to the bed “Then you must sleep” standing now and walking to leave the room, pausing long enough to add “or don’t think I won’t use it.”
The echoing steps were the only thing to accompany him as he walked the manse. Viserys feebly searched for something to occupy him, when what he really set out for was a way to speed up time so he could see the pieces of his plan begin to fall into place. There was the Magister’s libraries, but he had read all the dry tomes worth reading ten times over by now. He craved a story of Aegon, or Nymeria, something to sate his lust for a concurring force arriving to sweep all under their rule. The Free Cities had their share of conquest and blood, Viserys only read them to gain the experiences of another culture but they weren’t his stories. Regardless of the fact that he’d spent more time away from Westeros than in it, everything across the narrow sea was foreign to him, and always would be.
Eventually his restless mind and wandering feet found themselves walking for the wall. Somehow staring at the sea with a plan in mind made his heart ache less for home, loosened the grip of responsibilities that hung around his neck like a hangman’s noose. Fleetly he climbed the stairs, only to be surprised by what he found at the apex. (Y/N) was sitting atop the railing, one leg dipped over the side and the other resting up on a table. A table that held a flagon and a cup identical to the one in her hand.
“What are you doing up here?” he questioned as he stepped up onto the platform.
Without even looking his way, eyes focused on the beach some yards below, the gentle sound of waves crashing on the sand the only background to her answer “Enjoying a beautiful summer evening.” But now she turned to face him, a smile lighting up her face as she held up her cup, saying with a laugh “and some wine. Care to join me?”
Viserys grasped the stem of the goblet, holding it out “Yes, I believe I shall.” But when he only got an amused look from (Y/N), and she made no move to fill his cup, did his swelled ego deflate. Internally grumbling how he was a King and should never have to pour for himself, having gotten quite used to the aspect of having servants around, he filled the glass anyway.
He threw one of his long legs over the wall to straddle it as well, looking straight across to (Y/N). She smiled again, raising her glass and tipping her head before taking a sip. Viserys joined her in the silent toast and only after she had taken a deep gulp did he try his own. A honey wine. He was pleasantly surprised, a welcome break from the usual stock of sour reds that filled the better part of Illyrio’s cellars.
They finished their first cups in silence aside from the lulling sound of the sea. This time (Y/N) leaned forward, grabbing the tankard and filling his before pouring for herself. The last few drops falling into her glass caused him to look listlessly around for some servant to fetch them more. That was when he heard the metallic tink of the glass being set on the stone “I didn’t think Illyrio would miss one cask”. She had set down her glass to reach for the cloth strewn across the table, flipping it up to reveal it was infact a barrel of wine. He eyed her with surprise, to which she giggled while stroking one hand across the top of the barrel and whined “Poor thing was forgotten, shoved all the way in the back.”
Viserys took a sip and mused “It must have been so lonely”.
“Oh, quite” she grunted as her dagger pried open the top of the barrel. She dipped it down into the barrel, the flagon greedily gulping up the cloying wine and dripping as she removed it. Golden dribbles tracing along the glass to be caught by her fingers. Viserys watched over the top of his cup as she drew them up the length, and sucked the liquid off. She glanced to him as she slurped her middle finger, their gazes met as her face turned bright red under his grin. But that didn’t last as she looked away mumbling “It’s a shame to waste good wine”.
Viserys chuckled at her shyness, only hours earlier she boldly undressed herself, knowing he was there, and now she blushes at his smirk. Hurriedly she used the pommel of her dagger to hammer the lid back into the barrel, reset the tablecloth and the flagon. By then she had regained herself, settling back in to stare across the water. “Tell me” she mumbled quietly, looking out of the corner of her eye to meet where he still watched her every move “of the Seven Kingdoms.”
Feeling as sweet as the wine he mused under his breath “My home.” He swirled his cup, staring into the golden liquid as if it held a story in it’s depths. In a way it did, the sticky sweet taste of honey on his tongue brought forth a memory. “When I was a boy, we travelled to some flower festival, a weak excuse for a tournament and for Mace Tyrell to host my family. There was red tulips as far as the eye could see.“
(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise but then softened to a sweet smile. She expected some story of Aegon, or a bitter telling of the Usurper’s rebellion. A story of strong knights and fair maidens..
"We had gardens in King’s Landing, but” he admitted humbly “Highgarden’s did put it to shame. Their’s stretched the entire inner yard, something always in bloom. They even boast massive glass gardens, growing roses even in the depths of winter.”
She was enraptured by the story, tucking her legs up and looking like a child at story time, her eager eyes glued to his face. “House Tyrell’s sigil is a rose. So they grow them in every color you can imagine. My mother and I walked the gardens, gathering one of each. We made a crown of roses and took turns wearing it.” He laughed deeply, a new part of the memory coming back to him “Even my father wore it, to a meeting with Mace Tyrell and everyone was too afraid to comment on it so he wore it around for an entire day.”
That beautiful ringing sound greeted his ears once more, her eyes crinkling as she laughed. “Who would dare question the King about what crown he chose to wear.”
Viserys tilted his head, lifting his mug to his lips to speak into it. “Especially my father” hummed in the glass as he took a sip. Watching her he could see the shining look of intrigue in her eyes, the way she was studying him as well, and took the wiser course of not bringing up any further questions on his father. Part of him wondered if she had heard stories of the Mad King, how much she truly knew about the Seven Kingdoms. Instead Viserys brought the cup down, his wrists resting across his legs as he inquired “Do you know how a tournament works in the Seven Kingdoms?”
Pleased with the new subject she shook her head, her intent stare begging him to continue. So Viserys leaned forward, explaining every intricacy from the reasons why a tourney was held to the customs. In vivid detail he recounted some of the most renowned fights that had gone into storybooks. By the time they were two more glasses in he found himself spending an unusual amount of time on the awards given out, knighthoods or announcing new squires, but most of all about the Queen of Love and Beauty.
It was the wine, it had to be he told himself. But her gentle smile, the way she hung on his every word and somehow still seemed so calm and collected, it was irresistible. Apparently the same as the wine as he finished the bottom dregs of another. He found that he could handle his fair share, especially since his stay with Illyrio where it seemed to flow anytime of the day.
And flow it did as (Y/N) reached for the flagon to fill his cup again, her hand coming to rest on the back of his as she poured. He had told himself to slow down but found they had gotten onto the topic of siblings, perhaps some tournament story of Rhaegar’s, and (Y/N) was describing the little brother she’d had ‘a lifetime ago’. To which he mentioned Daenerys. “I have taken care of her all her life. But she’s thirteen, a woman grown now-”
However he was cut off by with a snobbish laugh as (Y/N) shook her head dismissively. “She is not grown. I have ten years on her and I am still growing.” Viserys eyed her up and down suspiciously, impressed he had correctly gathered her age to be close to his own and then wondering how she had meant ‘growing’. Only the very back of his mind questioned why she had interrupted him, disagreeing with no qualms for his opinion. Noticing this she laughed, looking down at her body before playfully rolling her eyes “Growing, changing. Always learning something new.” He certainly hadn’t thought it was physically.
He shook away any misgivings, moving instead to the deeper thought that plagued him, that look in Dany’s eye earlier when she was studying in her room. “I have been with her nearly every day of her life…” the plans still churning in his stomach, even if he was set on getting back his kingdom there was a pang of guilt. “She won’t know what to do with herself. I suppose she will just listen to her husband not her brother. Still just being a child.” That’s what she was. Viserys had still only regarded her as such, but it was Illyrio who always insisted now that she’d had her blood she was fit to wed. Surely that was true, however he couldn’t help but think of the little who would sneak into his chambers in the middle of the night, spouting stories of nightmares and begging to crawl under the covers with him.
He also remembered of the timid fear that hid behind Dany’s porcelain mask, just earlier that day. She was terrified by the thought of the Khal, the thought that her big brother wouldn’t be around to guide her. She didn’t want this, Viserys still wasn’t entirely sure he did but how was she to understand what they were missing. Dany didn’t have the same drive he did to reclaim the Seven Kingdoms. She didn’t want to read books and study languages, she wanted to go play in the fountains with the other children. But they couldn’t do that. He was the last dragon and she the last Targaryen princess. Their line ended there.
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quarterpint · 6 years
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[Event!] On coffee cups and cults
“Now. Give me your hand...”
“You don’t need her hand."
Hasa grabbed it anyway. “It’s part of my aesthetic. You can keep your stupid twenty questions, I—” she gave a flourish with her free one “— will be conducting the noble art of palmistry.”
Goten had been halfway to the kitchen to leave them to it, though at that had spun on his heels, scooped up a chair along the aisle and planted himself at the head of the table, clinging to the backrest.
“Ohh I gotta see this.”
She bristled. “Didn’t you have some prep to do?”
“Yep.” He made no move to leave. Pan snorted. The café would open a little late this morning, then.
"Fine." Hasa settled herself, brushing her curls away from her face in a faux attempt at gravitas. "Let me see your life line..." Pan flattened her palm for her. She was older by a good six or seven years, but Hasa's excitement and determination at learning really brought out the child in her. She reminded Pan of her wide-eyed mature students, always the most hard working in the class. Her face soured. Something wasn't quite right. “Boss, shh.”
“I’m barely breathing...”
“No!” She wheeled on him, “your energy! It’s mixed up with Pan’s. Shush it.”
He rolled his eyes in response, yet did as asked.
There was a jagged collapse in the world then, that tapestry of hearth fire and playful sparking stars he carried with him folding into itself until extinguished. The dawn light in the café had dulled along with it, warming spices of mulled wine vacating the air to leave just the freshly baked pastries and coffee beans. His ki had vanished. For the briefest of moments his body was a gaping void then with a slow, calming exhalation he allowed the ambient ki in the room to pass through him. Completely invisible. In ki-sense, anyway. For Pan, her ki-sense with her as long as she could remember, the sudden change was unnerving. It was as if he were a ghost, or headless. She’d never get used to it.
The world of ki would be startlingly new to Hasa, ki-signatures a secret to uncover and concentrate on rather than an important part of someone’s voice or face. For her his ki-suppression would have reduced her confusion. To Pan just the opposite, Goten had made himself positively freaky-looking.
/Disgust, amused/ she shot to him through feeling. He wouldn’t be able to answer her telepathically with his ki at zero but he grinned in response, topping off the effect.
Hasa acknowledged the change in her favour with a nod, turning her attention to Pan and the patter she was developing. 
"Now, see the shape of the heart line here? It's telling me you're a fan of bitter flavours--"
As soon at Goten had relented to teach Hasa ki-sense Pan had been her regular guinea pig. Or one of them at least; she suspected the entire household had been enlisted and routinely poisoned by Goten's lead barista. The exercise was wonderfully nostalgic so Pan didn’t mind - bringing back the entire summer her uncle had spent home from college feeding her ever-improving cake and sweets until he’d nailed the pattern; the link between ki-signatures and taste. Everyone thought it a madcap curios, a mere party trick to ultimately impress dates. No one expected him to take a risk and try to make money from it. But he did, and over fifteen years later he was still raking it in, baffling the odd industry expert who stumbled across Paozu Place to boot. 
If Pan was going to be gifted drinks and sweets again whilst he finally passed on The Knowledge, she’d weather a few duds. Heck, she could even help in some respects. “If you’re pretending to read my palm, why are you staring at my stomach?”
Hasa started. “Oh! Oh crap. I keep doing that. It’s just easier," she smiled ruefully. "Your ki's louder looking there."
“I guess it would be. How about—” Pan brought her hand up and in a little “—this?" It was now between her centre and Hasa's face, the misdirected gaze less obvious. "At least, until you get used to it."
Hasa's eyes focussed and unfocussed between palm and ki. "Genius! Thank you!" Her fingers idly traced the creases in Pan's palm now. "I was going to talk more about the main lines, they can be the big flavours or bases? Add some twists with the smaller ones. Maybe even make up a line or t--" She dropped all palmistry pretence, knocking Pan's hand out the way to narrow her eyes, following something from Pan's own centre to chest. "Oh! Got it!" She was behind the bar in moments, a whirlwind of activity, grabbing a mug and throwing down a tub of powder.
"What did you pick up? The flow?"
"Yes! You're stressed!" She sounded far more excited at her inference than would be polite, "that's what the humming on the green is. I can play on that!"
Pan laughed at her description. It was nowhere near sensical, but no one could do any better. She knew exactly the kind of restless flitting Hasa was referring to. "Work's been crazy lately. Gramps has been building the barricades this week and I'm having to pick up his slack."  
Goten drummed on the table. "Speaking of, have you been reading the cult auditions?"
He meant the Pan Fighting Network forums. With her father's book serialisation it had exploded as the only possible hub for discussion on the net. The martial arts students of course loved it, but were impatient to learn more. So impatient in fact many were teaching each other. She was proud of their progress, though it was tinged with a growing, sickening horror that she had absolutely no control.
"Only the posts that get attention, those are stressful enough to read." Pan's suspicion piqued. "I hope you're not messing with them all again..."
"What? No no! Don't look at me like that, Gotenks has been a good boy, too." He leant forward, affecting a serious tone. "We've being reading some of the blogs--"
"The bowling ball video was scary," Hasa called over, mid-measurement "imagine how strong he'd get?"
Goten waved a dismissal. "Nah, he lifted it what - two inches for a second? You could do that if you blew hard enough." He grabbed a handful of sugar cubes from the pot on the table, dropping a couple back until he was satisfied. "Now, Can Man, that's a blog I've been following." Pan clocked immediately at the nickname. So, she wasn't just being paranoid. Goten glanced over, her rumination obvious. "You know who I'm talking about."
"Mm."
"Can Man?"
"'West City'... something something." Goten explained for Hasa, "Might be Can Cat for all I can work out, they're not planning to prove it with a video."
He tossed the cubes in the air, unhitching the lock on his genki in the process and it snapped back to the room, happy to be free. His aura densened around the sugar, slowing their fall to a stop, pushing and holding them in place with the shrink-wrapped bubbles. All invisible to non-ki-users. Pan warmed a little as the familiar glow in the room returned, the free ripples of his genki mixing and blending with her and Hasa's own. It was the comforting sense of safety she always enjoyed with her uncle. A whisper of change in his ki, and all but one of the cubes began to spin around the other.
"Hasa, how good are you at juggling?"
She double-took at the midair routine. "Can't. Too much to keep track of."
"Well, they say they're juggling cans with their ki."
She turned back to raiding the shelf, shrugging. "I saw a video of someone floating two baseballs."
"Can Man says they're up to too many to count. Repeatedly. Every day." Another silent whisper and the sugar rotated the other way. "Lifting heavy things is cool and all but it's just brute force. Keeping track of ki all over the place? Now if they’re telling the truth that's a neat trick, newbie or not."
He was thinking along the same lines as Pan. "I've had students who never get passed splitting their ki in two. To have this ability without tuition..."
They both attended to the dancing cubes for a moment, Hasa finally at the coffee machine. Pan homed in on his tiny, efficient nudges in intent keep the cubes in formation. He'd arranged them in a pattern to give the exercise a rhythm and Goten was so practiced he could probably leave this running and read a book three timezones away. Even so, it wasn't simple.
"Are you going to speak to them?"
Pan had been wondering that herself. As a default admin she'd be able to see their name and address at the click of a button and her finger had hovered a few times, but... "No. Not yet, anyway. It might be flukey early ability. I wouldn't want to get their hopes up." She caught herself, "or mine, I suppose."
Demonstration over, Goten's hand twitched to push all but one of the sugar cubes towards him. He let them fall into his mouth and crunched without resistance.
"When then," he slurred through the syrup.
That was a good question. "I'm not sure. Maybe next chapter if they're still going."
"Don't leave it too late, Squirt." It was a warning out of concern, she knew. He still saw her as that little girl, deer in headlights before taking her first class. She'd pushed against his coddling back then, worse than her father's, but was almost grateful for it nowadays.
"I know."
"Done!" With a final tink of spoon on china Hasa floated over with her latest masterpiece, passing it gently to Pan with both hands.
The warm contents smelt safe. Pan blew on it and took a tentative sip, slowly letting it roll over her tongue and swallowed when her tastebuds approved. She was pleasantly surprised. "It's great!" A full mouthful let her work out the depth of flavour. A darker roast to not key up her stress with as much caffeine she knew, a bitter chocolate, the mint stronger than the drinks Goten would make her based off her ki signature, but all there. "Thank you."
Hasa beamed. "Missing anything do you think?"
Pan racked her brain. There was something. "Umm--"
The last sugar cube flicked passed her nose into her coffee with a plink. Goten winked.
"Needed a can of something."
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