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t was noisy, and hot. The cafe swirled with waiters serving food, snippets of conversation occasionally drifted past his ears before receding back into the cacophony of noise. Presently he stood beside one of the cafes, shaded by the outdoor umbrellas they had put out. Yet even so, he could feel the sweat on his forehead, the beads of perspiration trickling down the side of his face as he scanned the crowd once more for Milo.

Where the hell is that dumbass?

They had agreed to meet at noon to deliver the package safely, yet the cyan bastard was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t so much the heat he minded, but the waiting. Time that had no purpose, stagnating by the second when it could be used to fill a purpose. It irked him, a gentle gnawing on his mind that had persisted and stemmed from childhood. An inability to sit still, to rest knowing that every second could and should be utilised to help his siblings. To make the ends, the already fraying ends meet.

Or maybe he was just being too harsh, afterall it has just hit noon and the heat really, doesn’t help. He also knew little of Milo, though they belonged to the same coven and that was also probably because Theo spent more time patrolling by himself than going on missions such as this. And what little he knew of Milo consisted from half assed assumptions he had drawn from the few times he had seen Milo interact with others; arriving at the conclusion that Milo was probably a pretentious asshole.

A great start already. And it was at this present moment that he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

“Hi Theodore.”




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