Despite the ability Espresso had to be polite towards most cookies besides Madeleine, he was near about to roll his eyes as Almond began, even as three days was enough that, even with the caffeine in his dough, its effects had begun to wear thin.
He was different, of course.
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-you sleep. Even when you shut your eyes and just lay there, doing nothing, unable to lapse into sleep — it still heals.
And it took other people to help me realize that.”
In spite of it, Almond chuckled.
“…yeah, I’m working on the caffeine problem.”
that defeat would never slip past his mouth, the coffee mage giving a shrug instead.
"I suppose it can't be helped. I will consider...a brief respite."
...or maybe he would let it come out, albeit reluctantly.
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For a long second, Espresso keeps his eyes aimed away, silent, with the excuse of this being he's taking a rather long sip of his own brew, being on the third day of a sleepless period.
"...Sleep is not in my dough, detective."
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waver, and a small smile, less for the sake of politeness, drew upon the coffee cookie’s features.
Without anyone to prod at it being out of character, Espresso gave into some inkling of humor...
“My, my, are you always up this late?”
...like an old friend.
@PERQUEMOMINA
With all the cause for celebration in response to his latest achievement, while the attention did get to his head, just a little bit (or perhaps more than a little bit), when thinking on leaving the republic…Well, why should he have to leave?
Him and
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upon the shore, even upon the dark of the night itself, of the damp dark features of mud - the unique solidity of a person’s shadow, of her shadow, of Seaweed Cookie’s - could always be picked out, even with his imperfect vision.
Slightly adjusting his glasses, it did not
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