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Started May 01, 2018 by @ImNotCrazyImAFangirl

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Dara walked down the busy sidewalk, keeping her head down and her books close to her chest. She'd just left the lab and she was already missing it. The emotions of the people walking past bombarded her like a bad smell –overwhelming and annoying all at once. She was getting a headache. But she couldn't stay holed up forever. She knew she'd eventually run out of snacks.

She headed into some old café in an alley to grab something to eat, hoping she could just be in and out.

Kaz looked up from his scrolling, hearing the jingle of the doorbell interrupt his musing. He glanced over towards the door, seeing an irritated-looking girl walk through the door.

Ugh. Dara felt mild curiosity emanating from the dude sitting sipping coffee with a laptop. She felt tempted to tell him off, but she decided that glaring at him would do. She strode to the counter to order something to eat, hoping he'd take the hint and stop looking at her.

Deley was in a café she was really trying not to be noticed. Though that was kind of hard with her strange appearance.

Kaz frowned back at her, going back to his phone. He hadn't meant to look rude while he stared, but not everybody has nice reactions to people. He sighed, going back to studying. He had to pass this test to work at the garage a couple blocks away, and he had never been good with written tests

Cyrus pushed open the door, panting as he stepped inside. He actually had to duck to enter, not wanting to risk smacking his head on a doorframe. Some would be surprised about how often it happened to him, considering his height. He ordered a straight black coffee and paid before sitting at a table, frowning when it seemed that his knees wouldn’t fit well. He had to awkwardly stretch his legs out for his longer limbs to fit, brow furrowed.

He glanced around, the room looking empty to him at times. His vision was strange. Most things were a red color, but living creatures were always a blinding white to him. But, his vision was based more on movement. When someone would sit still in the shop, their white figure would vanish from his vision, appearing when they moved. He sipped his coffee, red eyes squinting in slight frustration as bodies flickered in and out of his vision.

Kaz, still staring mindlessly at the document he was studying, decided that he was done for the day. Sure he knew how to weld and everything else they were asking, he was just horrible at putting what to do in words. He huffed, frowning a little as he looked down at his hands. His cousin convinced him to pain his nails black, and the paint was chipping. He glanced over at the new person who had just entered, sipping his coffee. He was kinda cute, but he immediately stopped that train of thought. Or tried to, at least

There were so many conflicting emotions in this one damn coffee shop. Dara almost growled in frustration. The barista looked a bit scared but Dara didn't really care. "Just give me a coffee and some of those real chocolate-y pastries. Got it?"

Deley felt the contraction to warn her of a shift beginning. She forced them down and tried to focus on her book and coffee.

Kaz winced a little at the angry woman at the counter. He wished he could tell her to be nicer, but he didn't want to seem rude. He began to tap his foot, loosely tied laces tapping loudly against the hardwood floor

"You got a problem?" Dara didn't realize she'd said anything to him until after she'd said it. She regretted it instantly. Why, oh, why didn't her mouth have a filter? She wished she could disappear.

Kaz looked like a deer caught in headlights, his foot stopping. "Um…" He struggled, trying to decide whether or not to take the tough guy approach like he vaguely wanted to or to ignore the impulse. "Do you have a problem with me?" he said, trying to make his tone sound as non-threatening as possible

Cyrus shifted his posture slightly, feeling a aching pain in his shoulder blade. The last time he had shifted, he must have hurt himself somehow. Couldn’t remember how, all he remembered was waking up in the dirt in the middle of no where with what felt like a broken shoulder. The gnawing hunger in his stomach was enough to help him ignore the pain, not that it was any better. He hadn’t eaten meat in weeks, and he didn’t plan on it. Damn shifting, always made him sick to his stomach afterwards.

His senses twitched, feeling eyes on him for a moment. His gaze shifted to a man who looked to be around his age. He was decently handsome, from what Cyrus could tell. It tended to be difficult to distinguish details from farther away because of his strange vision. But the man’s figure flickered slightly multiple times, and Cyrus directed his gaze back to his coffee, becoming slightly more irritated.

Aw, okay, he was nervous too. The thought kind of set her at ease. She relaxed a little, her brows uncurling as she focused on his emotions and tried to block out the rest of the café. "Sorry, never mind. Long day." She winced. "Plus i'm never usually out at this hour. I'm not the best when the sun is still up."

"I-It's ok," Kaz stammered. He saw the guy he was looking at glance over at him, and a vague sense of anxiety that he had made a fool of himself crept into him. "I know I'm not the nicest person when I haven't slept, or when I have to study," he chuckled, gesturing a little at his forgotten laptop

Dara managed to grin at him. "Ah, yes. I'm actually a better person when I'm studying. Although some people say I'm extremely confusing." She glanced at his laptop. "Are you in college?"

Kaz shook his head. "No, can't afford college. Not now anyways. This is for a dumb test the garage a few blocks away is making me take before I can work there." He fiddled absently with his dog tags. "I'd like to go to college though. Don't know what for yet, but after the military I think I'll have it figured out."

Cyrus grew distracted, unintentionally gripping his coffee cup a tad too tightly. There were a few soft cracks, and he looked down, eyes wide as his claws had come out, being around four or five inches long. Because of this, they made a slight cut in the cup, a bit of coffee spilling out. He cursed sharply, flicking his hand until the nails shrunk back to their normal size. The hunger was becoming unbearable. He pushed of his feet, walking to grab napkins to clean up the small spill.

"The military is a waste of tax dollars," Dara mumbled without thinking. She switched subjects quickly, knowing she'd said something stupid. "Anyway, yeah, college is great. I got a full ride scholarship and now I'm fully immersed in this really cool research thing we've got going on."

Kaz felt an anger that wasn't quite normal suddenly appear in the back of his mind at the mention of the military. He opened his mouth to respond before realizing the guy from before had somehow…broken his cup? He hopped up, grabbing a couple napkins to help him clean up the mess

Dara grimaced as the full weight of the other guy's emotions hit her. There was something innately scary about being in his presence. She thought maybe she should help them with the spill, but she didn't want to get any closer.

Deley took a sip of her coffee when another contraction came. She spilled it all over herself. She mumbled as she got up to get some napkins, "This is not my day.

Kaz fumbled a little with the napkins, trying his best to help clean it. Then he saw someone else spill their coffee, and a flash of irritation crossed his mind. He shook his head, telling himself he'd help her after the tall guy. His eyes had turned just a little more purple though, an oddly pretty contrast to their usual grey

Cyrus came back, cleaning up the spill. He glanced to the man who was helping him, recognizing it as the attractive man that he had caught staring at him before. “Thanks,” He said quickly, picking up the cup and tossing it into the trash. So much for getting his energy back.

Kaz looked up at him. Oh no, he was even cuter closer up. He gave the tall guy an awkward smile. "It's no trouble, really. Um, if you want I could buy you a new one?" he offered

Everyone's emotions were so off. Dara hated it. She felt tempted to force them to feel what she felt, but thought better of it. That'd be an abuse of her godawful power. She heard the barista call her name and she hurried over. The sooner she was out of this shop, the better.

Cyrus flashed a smile, blinking his red and gold eyes a few times when the man’s figure flickered. “No, I couldn’t ask you to do that,” he said, collecting the damp napkins and throwing them away. “I’m Cyrus,” he said, holding out his hand for the man to shake.

Kaz shook his hand. "I'm Kaz." His smile softened to something a little less awkward. "Are you sure you don't want another coffee? It's no trouble, really."

“No, really, I’m alright. Don’t worry about it,” Cyrus insisted, flashing a bright, friendly smile.