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Fantasy Magic Brew Cafè (CLOSED)

"Mh?" The demon, startled out of his thoughts by the sound of his nickname, looked down at the witch with a small smile, "It's fine, I just need to think. Figure out a way to end it all." He murmured, running his arms over his mouth with a sigh, "It's been going on for too long..."


Oliver glanced over at Estelle, a touch of concern in his eyes. "Hey... Dodge?" He called out, making his way over to the girl, "You alright?"
 
Estelle flinched at her nickname, looking at Oliver with large eyes full of fear," Twist?..." She whimpered softly. Maria looked at student with worry," Hey Oliver, why don't take Estelle and try and find something to eat in the kitchen," Ellie smiled kindly.
 
"O-okay?" The imp nodded, though his reply came out more as a confused question as he stared at his friend. With only a moment's hesitation, he grabbed the girl gently by the arm and led her into the kitchen, biting his lip in slight worry. The young witch seemed more terrified than he was, and that was concerning him. "What... what do you want to eat?" He asked, once there, looking over at her, wringing his hands.
 
Estelle shrugged halfheartedly, looking down at the floor as she absentmindedly scuffed her foot against it," That thing was really your dad?.." She asked suddenly, avoiding eye connect.
 
"Mhm," Oliver confirmed, walking over to the cupboards to see if he could find something tasty, "Why?" He asked, looking over his shoulder curiously.
 
"Cause... Cause he's nothing like you twist!" Estelle whimpered, hugging her shoulders so she seemed even smaller. " When you told me he was a hell hound I expected something like the ones the Coven uses in their main buildly for security, NOT giant three headed ones that can turn a festival into a all you can eat human buffet!" Estelle whimpered, as her hair wriggled with more and more fear." I've never seen anything so terrifying in my life!! Not even the riots in Paris were that bad!!" She whispered in fear.
 
Oliver put the jar of mayo he had been holding down on the counter and walked over to the trembling witch, his head tilted slightly in uncomfortable confusion, "Course he's nothing like me, Dodge," The imp murmured, patting her shoulder, "I didn't exactly grow up with the beast. We just happen to share some of the same genes, is all." He tried to explain, in an effort to make the witch feel better. It didn't work, and Oliver frowned, "Hey, d'ya want a hug or something?" The imp offered lamely.
 
Estelle nodded lamely, fighting back more tears as she buried her face in his shoulder, crying silently as she remember the sounds of terrifed people and the flashes of dead bodies.
 
The imp's now light green eyes widened a little when she collided with him, having not expected her to actually hug him, but he managed to compose himself enough to awkwardly place his arms around her form, as he had observed a lot of other people do previously. He even patted her back a little bit, placing his chin on the top of her head, "Um... there, there." He murmured unhelpfully, cursing himself for not having any idea how to deal with a situation like this at all.
 
" You're really bad at this," Estelle laughed, although it sounded gurgled with her tears. She lifted up her face, smiling softly at Oliver, her eyes and nose already a little red from crying," Thanks for trying though," she smiled, squeezing the imp slightly tighter," Are you ok?" She murmured, resting her chin on Oliver's shoulder.
 
"Gee, thanks," Oliver muttered sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at her with a smirk, "And I'm fine, just a little shaken up. Didn't expect my three headed father to suddenly run rampage through the music festival as soon as we exited the funhouse, is all." He joked, giggling softly under his breath.
 
"Yeah, we didn't even get to finish our popcorn," Estelle pouted, before her face light up." Hey! I wonder if the have some microwave popcorn!" She smiled, climbing up on one of the counters, opening up the cupboards." Awesome!" She smiled grabbing a red box from one of the cupboards, dropping it down to Oliver.
 
"Micro...wave?" The imp repeated confused, catching the box of popcorn, holding it up to study it. He shook it a little, and heard something hard bang against the sides of the box, "I'm not really hungry though," He admitted, placing a hand over his chest, "I actually feel really, really full for some reason." And he did, the persistent hunger that had been gnawing away at him from the moment he had stepped foot in the over world, was practically gone and the imp didn't think he could stomach anything now. It was odd, and he couldn't think of a reason why, but he smiled at Estelle non the less, "But I can watch you make it, though."
 
"That's weird, you're usually always hungry," Estelle murmured, jumping down on the floor, "Is that why your eyes are all wonky to?" she asked, grabbing the box from Oliver, pulling out a single plastic wrapped folded up bag.
 
"My eyes aren't wonky," Oliver replied snidely, watching her actions closely as he went to lean against the counter, a small smile playing on his lips, "There's popcorn in that thing?"
 
Ase sat up confused as to why she was in the Cafe , to be honest she was glad she didn't have to face the beast but that didn't matter as many people had died in the event and that would be on her head. "mm, can someone explain what happened" she asked getting to her feet. Excalibur had slid across the floor after teleporting and lay in her sword form silently for the time being.
 
"Uh, yeah they are, their green," Estelle rolled her eyes, ripping the plastic off the bag, unfolding it. "And yes Twist, there is," she smirked, walking over to the microwave popping it open as the threw the bag in, punching about 2 minutes on it, "And now we wait, "she smiled, leaning next to Oliver on the counter, her hair wiggling curiously.


 
"Oliver teleported you and Akira away from what we now know is Abaddon, Oliver's father apparently, "Maria sighed, looking at Ase with worry on her face, "Are you ok?.." she asked meekly.
 
"No they're not, my eyes are yellow. You should know that," Oliver laughed, before a curious look came over his face. He looked around the kitchen for something reflective, his eyebrows rising, hiding under his bangs. The imp hummed and leaned down to face the witch, cupping her cheeks to keep her head in place, his nose almost touching hers as he peered into her slightly shocked eyes, "They are green," He gasped, watching his own, unfamiliar green-eyed reflection stare back at him, "That's so weird." He murmured confused, before backing away, a thoughtful look on his face.
 
Estelle blushed brightly, instantly headbutting him, "To close!" she screeched, rubbing her forehead slightly, as she walked over to check on the popcorn as the microwaves annoying high pitched beeping filled the room.
 
"You're eyes are reflective!" Oliver defended with a laugh, shaking his head, "And don't do that, one of my horns could've punctured your skull, and then you would've bled out on the floor." The imp giggled, walking over to peer inside the beeping machine, noting, to his surprise that the bag had grown exponentially in size.
 
Estelle smiled, gingerly pulling out at the bag, opening it up to reveal the white fluffy popcorn as steam rose into the air, "Perfect," Estelle smiled, sniffing the air happily."Can you get me a bowl," she smiled.
 
"Mhm," The imp agreed, turning to look around the kitchen, his eyes scanning the different cupboards. He walked over to the nearest one, and opened it, "Cups," he murmured, before walking to the next, "Pots," he shook his head, pursing his lips as he climbed on top of the kitchen counter, reaching up to one of the overhead cupboards. "Bowls."


Grabbing a large one, he jumped down and handed it to Estelle, wobbling a little as a sudden flash of fatigue shot through him. "Here you go."
 
"yeh i'm fine...which is more than i can say about your dress" Ase smiled retrieving Excalibur before sitting down at a table.
 
Maria let out a sigh, smiling softly at Ase, "I can buy other dresses, I can't get another you," she smiled sadly, walking over to Ase, kissing her lightly.
 

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