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A short black spider stood behind the counter of a Whorebucks in Pentagram City. An obvious scowl on his face. He hadn’t been in the mood to be awake at that time of the morning. Much less to be serving people.
A quiet zombie dressed in a haphazard suit walked through the door. The sun had barely begun to rise at the time. Arackniss sighed. This customer had become a regular at his store. Always getting a mocha latte. Iced with most of the drink being chocolate.
The two of them had gotten into a unique routine when Arackniss opened the store and he came in.
“What was yer name again?” Niss asked as he wrote the order on the cup.
“Eric. With a c,” the zombie mentioned.
Niss nodded and purposefully misspelt the name on the cup before ringing up the order. Eric paid and waited for Niss to make the drink.
“What’s with you and this amount of chocolate?” Niss asked as he began to pull the shots for the drink.
“It’s….to help control my hunger…for other things,” Eric said with a shrug.
Niss rolled his eyes a bit before letting silence fill between them again. He pushed the finished drink out. A singular iced mocha with chocolate cold foam on it. Lots of chocolate in it.
The spider and the zombie knew that it would be the same song and dance over and over again. It was nothing new, but maybe….maybe something could grow.