Every Me Loves Every You

Ten seconds left on the clock.

Cass and Balthazar are the only ones remaining, the ball safely in Cass’ hands. One last pass and Balthazar’s life will be saved.

Three seconds left, and the floor disappears under Cass’ feet, sending him into the pit.

“Balthazar, catch!” Triumphant smile on his face, he makes the final pass as he falls.

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“Does it always get this hot?” Cass wrinkles his nose.

“Only if you’re wearing a sweater,” Balthazar doesn’t look up from the boiling pot.

“You’re sweating.”

“Well, it’s worth it.”

“If I got that hot even cooking my meal,” Cass observes distastefully, “I wouldn’t be able to stomach eating it, too. I need an ice cream just watching you.”

“If you made your ice cream,” Balthazar smirks, “you’d be too cold to eat it.”

“I’m wearing a sweater.”

Touché. Balthazar looks up at Cass. “Do you want to make ice cream?”

Maybe, thinks Balthazar, he’s finally caught Cass’ interest.

Cass slowly tilts his head as he mulls it over, his heels gently tapping the cupboard under the counter he’s perched on.( Read more... )