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Cupcake Kissin’ 67 – Alex Ankarr
It’s kind of hard not to take it personally. Caspar has about reached the point where he’s not going to pretend to be unaffected. (Especially not with his current crass and loud companions hooting and catcalling at him, pretending to play violins and throwing cushions, asking him why he’s such a cold-hearted asshole and why his heart isn’t just melting at this point.) In fact he’s so much affected, that he can’t tolerate this kind of company during it, or any kind of company at all – not even to yell at them about respect and who’s paying their fucking wages. And he scrams, not runs but certainly walks pretty damn fast, gets himself out of the immediate area and into the kitchen. And although there’s no door and it’s all open space, there are at least partitions that shield him from present company, and he’s glad of them, mighty glad.
There are audible murmurs that follow him, though, about what to do now, and presently Sara follows him in there. It’s not as if he’s crying or anything, because he’s not exactly that kind of stirred up, though he is pretty damn stirred up anyway. But he’s affected enough that he’s got his back to her, and he’s standing with his hands gripping the edges of the work-surface. He doesn’t even bother to fight her off when her arms come about him from behind, clasp at his shoulders and pull him into a light hug.
But he doesn’t give her an opening. Instead he leaves it up to her to open things up. ‘So, what are you going to do about it?’ she asks, and it doesn’t leave him a lot of leeway. He might have pretended to be in a state of uncertainty, not to know exactly Mack’s meaning, if she’d been at all willing to play along. However, it’s clear, quite clear, that she’s not.
He doesn’t at all have an answer, or nothing that’s likely to satisfy the likes of Sara. He doesn’t know, really, what exactly he thinks about it, or what exactly he’s going to do about it. He’ll think about it later. When the work is done, and he’s got rid of his nuisance asshole companions. When he has at least a little time alone.
He does get rid of the whole pack and boiling of them, eventually, and he manages to do it without committing himself to so much as an opinion on the subject, despite their best efforts. And that means that he can get himself home and consider the whole issue, determine for himself what he actually thinks about it.
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