Anyways, I got Featherscope (ngl, I found this mildly amusing, as we've connected on tumblr and have become friends through there).
I chose the prompt "Two Mindcrackers are aware they are being set up by the narrator of the story (break the 4th wall!)
When I'm more recovered I might turn this into a miniseries with a bunch of different 'crackers in similar scenarios.
Why on earth did I want to come in he-
Arkas groaned internally as he spotted a familiar face on the other side of the counter in the coffee shop. He looked around, wondering if there was a way he could escape, but he couldn't just immediately just walk back out without looking like a fool.
Well, I easily could, you just won't let me.
Shaking his head, Arkas walked up to the counter, pretending to study the selection of donuts to avoid eye contact.
I don't even like donuts! He knows this! So much for not looking like a fool.
A chuckle drew his attention. Willing away his blush, Arkas looked up and the till worker.
“Can I take your order?”
This can only end badly.
Nebris raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. Arkas almost facepalmed when he realised he was taking his time to place his order.
That's not a facepalm moment! I could've easily just have been considering what I wanted…
Nebris’ head cocked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“I'll uh, I'll have one cappuccino, please.”
Nebris nodded at the choice and entered it into the till.
“That'll be $3.10 please.”
Arkas dug the change out of his pocket and handed it to Nebris, biting the inside of his cheek as their hands brushed.
This isn't a damn romantic novel! Anyways that's a rip off price.
Nebris looked up, a small smirk on his face. “You're the one paying it, Arkas.”
Arkas gaped at him. “How, how-”
This is actually ridiculous. We all know what's going on here! Why are you like this?
Nebris laughed, and pointed to a sign on the wall-
-that read “Story writers are fictional gossip lovers.”
Arkas rolled his eyes. “You're telling me.”
Oh so I am allowed to express my own thoughts in the actual narrative of this then?
Nebris cleared his throat. “So, do we stop beating around the bush or do we humour them?” He made a vague gesture to indicate “them”.
Arkas smirked. “Oh, I don't know. We could delay it even further, make them wait even longer.”
Nebris laughed. “Careful Arkas, your dark side is showing.”
My dark side. You really couldn't think of better phrasing?
“Clearly they couldn't.” A playful smirk emerged on Nebris’ lips. “Or… They were trying to insinuate something else.”
Don't you dare…
Nebris laughed. “Don't fancy getting “down and dirty” in a coffee shop Arkas?”
He laughed in return. “Oh, that's not the issue. I don't know about you, but for me, it's not a spectator's sport.”
That is the most cringeworthy thing I have ever been made to say.
“Yes, yes it is.”
“Nebris, are you actually going to make my drink or what?”
“Oh, right. Yeah.” He turned away and began bustling around the workspace. Arkas didn't turn when the door opened and another person entered the coffee shop.
Wait, I want to know who you're dragging into this now.
“Here's your drink.” Nebris slid it over the counter.
“Thanks Nebris!” Arkas picked up his drink and turned to leave, almost bumping into Pak as he did so. “Woops, sorry. Morning, Pak!”
“Wait,” Nebris called. “You're just going to leave now?”
Not by my choice.
Arkas smiled ruefully. “Yeah, got some errands to run. See you around Nebs.”
You fucking asshole.
Nebris grinned at that as Arkas left the shop.
There's always next time right?