The Steamy Haze of Self-Doubt, Volume 2- On Matters of the Heart

[blackmagicjazz]

What is this warmth in my chest that burns hotter than a scalding hot cappuccino on a winter night? New and strange yet so familiar-- ah, yes, I've felt this before. It's the feeling of soft skin against my cheek, the intoxicating scent of floral lotion, the gentle slide of mocha strands between my fingers, lips like a tablespoon of honey--

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[mustcatchme1st]

Wow. Sounds like you're really in love. Best feeling in the world, man.

[blackmagicjazz]

The best one in the world-- and the only one worth waking up for, amigo.

I don't believe we've met. Upon meeting a man of such similar ideals to my own, always ask his name and occupation. That's one of my rules.

[mustcatchme1st]

You got that one right.

Gotta say I approve of this rule of yours. I'm Zack. Lieutenant Colonel Zack Fair, SOLDIER First Class. Although, to be honest, I doubt I hold either title at this point. And what's your story, friend?

[blackmagicjazz]

Ha... it's a long and complicated one. The story of my life could fill a few thousand pages. Maybe you can hear it over coffee sometime.

But they call me Godot-- Legendary Prosecutor.

[mustcatchme1st]

Hey, as long as the coffee's better than that ShinRa sludge they pass off for the drink, I'm good. That thing can corrode metal. Or, you know, my stomach lining.

Good to meet you, Godot. Attorney, huh? Can't say I've met many.

[blackmagicjazz]

... You have tasted such vile sludge, falsely branded with the name of "coffee"?

You and I need to meet. You have not known ecstasy until the complicated, seductive dance of flavors in a perfect cup of coffee awaken your senses and your soul like pure black magic.