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GOW - Girls only wrestling
"Eyaaahhhh!!!" Haruko cried as she was pinned down. One person pinned each arm down, and two other people were pinning her legs down over her head. She grit her teeth, trying to overpower her attackers, but it was no use, she was just too tired.
Counted one of her attackers. Haruko was in the living room of her own house, having a mock match on the floor with all four of her brothers. They all managed to keep her down for three seconds right before Haruko sprung free of the boys' trap. Haruko laid face down on her stomach panting heavily before looking looking at her neko brothers. They were only about a year or two younger than her, but they all loved to do little matches like this.
"Yes! we got her! now lets continue this!" Akio announced proudly, looking to his other three brothers as their sister just got eliminated. He tried to pretend he was unwinded, but was failing miserably.
Hotaka looked up at his eager brother, his hands on his knees, trying to regain his brea
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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