Candy Floss Dreams
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The ball poofs in a blur of light, flying back to the candle flames. “Boop.”
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“Instinct.” James laughs, shaking his head. “I’m a fucking wimp, man. I can’t run for shit, unless my life depended on it.” He grins, pulling the light from the room and plunging everything into darkness. “Heh.” He makes the ball of light float around, pushed by unseen hands.
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“Oh, shit!” James dodges backwards, a double image of him appearing next to him.
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“Looks like it hurt like a bitch.” He pantomimes crying like a baby, grinning idiotically.
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“I would scream like a little girl and cry, dude. That’s fuckin’ awesome.”
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“Oh, fuck.” James covers his eyes, shaking his head. “How the fuck did you do that without flinching?”
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“Hmm.” The shards disappear, going in flashes of light. “I hasn’t realized that light illusions could cause pain.”
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“And down your tower goes.” James wiggles his fingers discreetly, making the pieces appear to build back up. “Well, I guess it’s indestructible.”
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‘They were pretty shitty… Well, they have no idea where I am now.” He shrugs. “I just… whatever. Chicago was a dangerous city… That’s how you learn how to NOT get mugged.” He laughs slightly.
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“And they kicked me out because I refused to go on a date with a girl.” He exhales, waving his hands, the building disappearing in a flash and turning back into a cat meowing loudly to fill the silence. “I just lived with a group of kids until I came here!” His sad mood vanishes, replaced by a dapper one.
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“I was from Chicago. Before I came here, I mean.” He laughs softly, creating a small image of the Chicago Board of Trade building. “I hung around here a lot. Parents sent me packing when they found out about… this.” He waves the little building around, something briefly flashing in his eyes. Regret? Guilt?
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“And all of this shit is super old-fashioned… No real lights… Hmm.” He ducks into a classroom, staring at a piece of chalk writing on the board by itself. “This place isn’t what I thought.”
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“You’re fine.” James shrugs, refusing to look up as he just fiddles with the ball of light. “I haven’t even seen any teachers… What the hell kind of school is this?”
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“N-No, not at all.” James stutters, failing at a normal expression. “Well, um…” The cat shines brightly, returning back to James’s hand as a ball of yellow-white light.
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“W-What?” James goes a dark shade of pink, looking away shyly. “That was… sudden.” He squeaks.