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"Iced….sssoy milk with cream….please" Rodney ordered.
His raspy voice let out a small squeal of happiness when the barista added cream. Pale hands began to fidget and his fingers started to wrap around each other.
He didn't know it but his breathing got heavy with all his excitement.
"Here ya go" she said before handing it to him with a bored expression.
At least she didn't scream this time. People are so weird.
He took it with shaky hands and smiled at her. She raised an eyebrow and went to help the other customers.
Rodney whipped his head around looking for a table to sit at since the librarian got mad last time he took his drink in.
Gotta follow city rules.
He slowly made his way towards the back of the store in the darkest corner. A woman gave him a frightful look before scrittering off but he didn't notice. He sat down at the booth in the end and stared at the window at the city. Such a nice day for his plants to get a sunbath.
He slurped his milk.
"Heya!" A voice called out behind him.
Rodney's head quickly turned around like an owl while he still sipped his drink.
How'd he get there? Rodney was in the back. There were no doors or rooms near him.
Whatever.
"Howzit it goin dude?" The teenager asked him.
Rodney just smiled at him while letting out small little giggles.
"I'm Travis!" He said while bending down to meet Rodney's height.
Rodney simply smiled and blinked. Travis used his left hand to finger blast him while his other held a iced mocha latte.
"You…should..Recycle... …your plastic…." Rondey mumbled while pointing at the others drink.
"Hahahahha! your funny dude" Travis said.
He just smiled and looked down at Rodney.
"You kinda look like the killer everyone's been talkin about. Must suck to be you huh?"Travis asked before loudly slurping his own drink.
Travis smiled while shoving his hand in his jacket pocket and rubbing the side of the box cutter he always carries.
"Do i?" Rodney asked quietly.
He looked out the window through his shaggy bangs.
He didn't think he looked like a murderer. People were just weird to him. Why would you murder if you can plant? Though bodies make good compost he's read.
"Yea dude" Travis said.