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“Do tell. Either way, someone decided to order up some coffee for you so here you are.” The waitress seemed amused by her behavior. Ammit was almost off from work so she was feeling pretty merciful. She placed the hot, steaming cup of coffee and placed it on her desk so Jupiter wouldn’t accidentally tip the cup over. “You need to vent out your frustrations? Im willing to lean a ear.”
💾 ¦¦ ⌠ The magic word now said, Jupiter finally looked up from her work. For a moment, she considered denying the trade; she didn’t need to VENT. But the smell of coffee was too much to her sleep deprived senses. She reached over, bringing it up to her lips for a quick gulp.
“I’ve got Talon breathing down my neck,” she hissed, and placed the cup aside. “Their movements are erratic at best, and I just-- I cannot figure out where they’re going to strike next. And that’s not like them.” ⌡
