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there are several boxes of take-out, all from a local diner, spread out across the top of a picnic table.  most have only a few bites taken out of them, with almost the entire dish still left.    but loki’s picking at all of them, not sticking to just one and eating it full through.  there’s a moment of discomfort when they can feel someone’s gaze on them, and they turn to stare back.  “what?” loki asks, peering up at the other over the top of their sunglasses, “do you think if you stare long enough, i’ll share some with you?  because i won’t.  i’ll need a bit more incentive than staring.”

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the wind grabbed at her hair as hermione walked out of the library. she had to return at least twenty books and the librarian was quite impressed with how much reading the younger girl did. however, it was just a normal day for her. glancing around, she had a mental conversation with herself about going to the diner down the street or ordering in when a way too familiar face caught her eye. “harry?” hermione called out as she quickly made her way down the sidewalk. “harry potter!” 

When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.