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It was cold…. So so very cold no matter where he ran too the same enveloping chill overcame his small frame. The endless darkness stretched on impossibly long, no matter where he looked there was just nothing… Ccino woke up with a shock and instinctively grabbed at the opposite side of his bed, only to reach at empty blankets. And if that doesn't make the pit in Ccino’s soul grow larger. He couldn't help but sob into the sheets. How greedy was he to think that someone like Fresh would stay with him, a simple nobody who runs a whatever cafe.
“How’s mah little coffee bean doi… bean? Hey buddy what happened?” Fresh hurried over to Ccino’s side, worry shown clearly through his sunglasses. He went to reach over and grab him yet hesitated
“F-fresh?” Ccino shakily spoke, not fully believing what his sockets were seeing. His body seemed to move on his own as he leapt into Fresh’s colorful arms, tears on full display as his body was wracked with each sob.
Fresh, for once, didn't use any slang. He just wrapped his arms tightly around the smaller skeleton, his worry deepening as he felt the tremors running through Ccino's frame. He gently rubbed circles on his back, a silent offer of comfort. "Bad dream, huh? Want to talk about it man?" he asked softly, his voice soothing the fear already melting away from his soul.
Ccino shook his head, burying it deeper into the warmth and security that was Fresh's embrace. He just wanted to stay here forever, safe from the cold, the darkness, and the gnawing loneliness that seemed to follow him even when awake. After a few minutes, the sobs subsided into quiet sniffles. Ccino finally looked up, his tear-streaked face framed by messy bed-hair. "I... I thought you left," he admitted in a hushed whisper, a renewed wave of embarrassment coloring his cheekbones a faint blush. "I had a dream that... that you were gone and it was just cold and empty again."
“Awwww dontcha worry mah lil coffee pot~ ur neva gonna get rid of me” Fresh placed his hands on Ccino’s cheeks and gave him a gentle kiss, running his hands across Ccino’s cheeks deepening the kiss ever so slowly.
A soft knock interrupted the duo as a small skeleton with a rather large head wound walked into the room. “Surprise papa!! Made you breakfast extra special with daddies help! He told me to wait outside for the signal but was taking ffooorreevveerrr so im in here too now the food is outside!” Affogato let out a soft gasp “oooooooooo your kissiiinnnggggggg daddy and papa kissin in a tree…. Uhh k-i-s-s-i-n-gee yeah”
Fresh walked over and picked up affogato as the two giggled, and opened the door more to reveal a full cart of mouth watering food. Pancakes, eggs, bacon and drinks galore. Ccino couldn't help but laugh at the adorable interruption. He quickly hopped out of bed, pulling on a robe as he joined the others in the hallway where the breakfast cart was waiting. The smell alone was enough to make his soul sing. "Affogato, you're the best little assistant a papa could ask for," he praised, giving his son a gentle hug once Fresh set him down.
Various plates were put in front of Ccino and he wasted no time digging in. His soul seemed to swell with each bite, his small little family here with him while eating admittedly delicious food (and ignoring the mess that probably awaits in the kitchen.) He let out a light sigh “you know what, think we’re going to have a nice day in… going to keep the cafe closed today..” Affogato jumped up excitedly “YAY!!!! IMA GO GET MY DINOS AND WE CAN PLAY!!!!” before Either parent could say any more, off like a rocket the tiny kid went. Ccino and Fresh looked at one another and couldn't help but laugh.