TumRum Drabbles   von -Broeckchen-
                     (Short Stories about the Candy Girls)
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                     Kapitel 9: Ares (Tybalt/Cole/Coffee)
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"Uncle Cooooole!" Tarts words were almost drowned out by the first bigger impact
and the way it shook the entire building. Still, Cole carefully peeked out of
the door.
"I heard, I heard. They’ve already started, huh?"
"Yeah." Tart seemed unimpressed, even as the house shook again and some plaster
dropped down from the ceiling right next to them. "C’mon, if I don’t get you
outta here, Dad will throw a fit again." They held out their hand for Cole, and
he quickly grabbed it. At least with Tart by his side, he was relatively safe,
even when they would pass the living room.
Loud, high-pitched noises were audible from there, followed by the hellish buzz
of Coffees demonic minions. It soon decreased in volume when Tybalt knocked out
the first twenty or so.
"What did even set them off?", Cole asked, blinking into the sun relievedly as
they exited the house.
"Hell if I know. I think it’s another age discussion and just escalated
again." Tart sighed, looking at the shaking building. "I just wish I wouldn’t
have to babysit you whenever they do this. Nothing personal, but I was in the
middle of a really cool dungeon…"
"No hard feelings."
"Thanks, uncle Cole."

As always, it didn’t take long before the place stopped shaking again, the
demonic voices inside fading along with the other sounds of battle. Cole smiled
in relief, but as he moved closer to the entrance, he noticed that Tart was not
by his side. He turned around to them with a confused look on his face.
"Are you not coming?" Tart made a face.
"Ew. No. They’ve stopped fighting."
"…yes, that was actually my point?"
"Uncle Cole. You do know that after they stop fighting…"
"…yeah?"
"…they make up?”
Cole pulled his hand away from the doorknob, staring at it for a while. He was
pretty certain that he heard some kind of faint chirping from behind the door.
"…you know what, let’s go have ice cream or something else that we can do
far away from here.", he mumbled and trotted off, Tart following him with a
quiet chuckle.

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