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-Telepathy is... Um... I'm not even that sure. Like mind reading? Let me check the dictionary.- She entered the word "telepathy" into her browser, and copy-pasted the answer to Caden. -Telepathy is direct transference of thought from one person to another without using the usual sensory channels of communication. As for what you're doing, my guess is you're sitting in the kitchen texting me. Likely with a snack or source of sustenance.- |
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-huh, cool. wait is that real? PEOPLE HAVE THAT?????- Dmi--I mean, Caden sent, now very concerned to go out in public again. -heck yeah I am :) - The man sent a photo of the scotch bottle |
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-Haha, no I don't think it's a real thing. At least if it is I've never heard of it being a proven fact.- At his photo she rolled her eyes and sighed. -Caden, put the drink away and do something productive. I bet Murphy wants to play.- Finally giving up on vacuuming, she went to the pantry, grabbed a bag of crackers, and sat down at her small kitchen table. |
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-fine fine, just tastes really good- He chuckled at the text, screwing on the lid and putting the bottle away, Murphy conked out on his back in his bed, snoring. Caden shook his head lightly, grabbing his helmet and keys before pulling on some shoes, walking out to the garage and getting on his bike. |
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Iris was honestly surprised he'd done what she said. Normally people just ignored her. It was new to have someone pay attention to her like that. -Have fun- she said, then set her phone down and started her snack. |
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Caden grinned at her text, turning the ignition on before pulling onto a long backroad with zero cops, absolutely flying down it. He set his phone on a holder, sending a facetime request. The ma flipped his visor up so she could see him, squinting his eyes slightly as the wind rushed at his face. |
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Iris was surprised when her phone started ringing with an incoming call. She set her food down and looked at the caller ID. Seeing who it was, she clicked accept and held her phone so that her face wasn't too close to the camera. She saw Caden, motorcycle helmet on, scenery whizzing by him. She smiled at him and said, "Caden! Where are you? Why'd you call me?" |
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Caden glanced down at the screen and smiled, laughing lightly before he paled slightly, swerving out of the way of a semi. "On my way to get a кофе. There's a place and one has nine shots of espresso in it, figured I could have an American experience and become an eagle." He mused simply, pulling into the parking lot. |
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Iris rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Have fun. Just don't speed and die, okay?" She asked, shaking her head lightly. |
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"Right, right.." He trailed off with a laugh, slowing down at least ten mph. "Shoot that's my turn," Caden muttered, lanesplitting before pulling into Dutch Bros. He pulled up to the window, grinning. "Apparently you guys have a drink with nine shots of espresso in it?" He asked, the worker nodding. "Sure do, it's called the 9-1-1." Caden grinned, ordering it. He continued on down the line, still talking to Iris. "I'm excited for this, y'know how fun it's going to be flying down the interstate?" He chuckled, paying and getting the drink. The man continued on to a spot in the parking lot, pulling his helmet off and running a hand through his hair. "I mean like, do I chug it or what? I think i'm going to," He mused with a chuckle, chugging it before setting the empty cup down, his face contorting to one of disgust as he tossed the can. "That was.... really, really nasty." Caden muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. |
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Morning Snow followed by Sunshine
