Jonathan waved his hand.
"It's fine. I turn pink sometimes. Not a big deal."
"Not a big deal?" Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. She leaned in, inspecting his flushed skin.
"You changed colors."
Jonathan looked down at her.
"Could we get back to the topic at hand?"
Caitlyn blinked, then stepped back.
"Right. About what I said… about us, being something more."
She blushed slightly.
"Would you want that?"
Jonathan squinted, thinking.
"Uh, I think s—"
"You don't have to give me an answer today," Caitlyn cut in quickly. She glanced toward the window.
"Since it's late… I actually don't want an answer today."
She looked back at him.
"Tomorrow," she said.
Jonathan tilted his head.
"Tomorrow?"
She nodded.
"Tomorrow, we'll have a date."
"A date it is," Jonathan said with a grin—then hesitated.
"Uh… a date where?"
Caitlyn smiled, pleased with herself. She looked around her room, walked over to a drawer, and pulled out a piece of paper.
"This has everything we'll do," she said, handing it to him.
Jonathan took the paper and tilted his head.
"Wait… you already planned the whole date?"
"Always be prepared," Caitlyn said proudly.
"I planned the location, the food, the activities—everything."
Jonathan skimmed the paper, then looked up with a crooked smile.
"You even planned a confession from me." He chuckled.
"Quite egotistical, wouldn't you say?"
"It is," Caitlyn nodded without shame.
"I didn't write a version where you rejected me because… I refuse to consider that possibility."
Jonathan blinked.
"…I feel pressured," he muttered, eyes dropping back to the page.
Caitlyn shook her head gently.
"Please don't feel pressured. I'll accept any answer from you."
Jonathan squinted at the paper again.
"Wait—what happened to the bottom of this?"
He held it up. The bottom was clearly torn.
Caitlyn turned red, bringing a hand to her face.
"…I planned too far ahead. I don't even know why I thought of that."
She lowered her hand.
"So… I ripped that piece off."
"You know," Jonathan said, stepping a little closer,
"you're kind of pink too."
He poked her cheek.
Caitlyn swatted his hand away, smiling.
"Hey, it's different and you know that."
She turned to look out the window. Jonathan tilted his head and followed her gaze.
.
.
.
"It's a nice night," Caitlyn murmured.
Jonathan nodded, exhaling slowly.
"…I should probably leave."
He slipped the paper into his pocket.
"Yeah, it's getting late," Caitlyn agreed.
She walked over to her bed, picked up the teacup she'd thrown earlier, and handed it to him.
"See you tomorrow," she said.
Jonathan nodded.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
He grabbed the teacup and walked to the door.
His hand paused on the handle.
"I'm looking forward to it," he added before slipping out.
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—Singed's Lab—
Finally arriving at the lab, Jonathan opened the door—
—and found Singed's face inches from his own.
Jonathan tilted his head.
"What are you doing so close to the door? If you were any closer, you could've gotten hurt."
He raised a finger.
"You know, because the door could've—"
"An explanation was not needed for that," Singed cut in.
"I'm leaving. Now move."
Jonathan stepped aside, clapping his hands.
"It's good to get out. Get movin'."
His claps slowed.
"Where to?"
"Silco."
"Nice talk," Jonathan called as Singed brushed past.
"Very beneficial."
Once the footsteps faded, Jonathan shut the door.
.
.
.
"A date," he muttered.
"I should probably rest."
He paused. Then shook his head.
No way.
This calls for a late-night tea party.
He wandered into his room, smiling to himself.
"I even got a new cup."
He held it up, inspecting it.
"Although it needs to be cleaned of Cassandra germs," he muttered, sitting down on the chair at the end of his room.
"That filthy Pilty councilor."
He covered his mouth and chuckled softly.
"Oh, now I'm starting to sound classist."
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—Outside the Last Drop—
"I told you not to do it," Sevika said as she walked beside Jinx, who clutched her broken arm.
"You didn't say don't do it," Jinx groaned.
"You just said Jinx, don't."
Sevika rolled her eyes.
"Same thing."
She glanced down at the arm.
"You should get that fixed. With Singed."
Jinx grunted.
"I know. Thanks for stating the obvious."
She bit her bottom lip against the pain.
"Shit. I'll go with Silco."
They rounded the corner, the glowing sign of the Last Drop coming into view.
Sevika stopped.
"You can't always go when Silco goes."
She grabbed Jinx's shoulder before she could storm off.
"He's not here. Said something about meeting someone."
Jinx frowned.
"But Silco said never go to the lab without him."
"Your arm is broken," Sevika said, firmer now.
"Silco cares about your safety. You think he'd want you to sit around in pain waiting?"
Jinx grunted.
"Well, this is my favorite arm."
She glanced at Sevika's prosthetic.
"...Fine. I'll go alone."
Sevika gave her a look.
"Don't do anything crazy."
Jinx ignored her and started walking away. Then she glanced back.
"Only because I don't want any chance of turning into a lefty like you."
Sevika didn't respond, already opening the door to the Last Drop.
"Did you hear me?! I don't wanna be a lefty like you!" Jinx shouted down the street, then muttered under her breath,
"Yeah she heard that."
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—Singed's Lab—
Jinx kicked open the door.
"Hey, old guy—fix me."
Silence.
"Old guy?"
She stepped inside, looking around the eerie lab.
"My arm ain't gonna fix itself," she muttered, wincing as she held it.
"I wish it did."
She moved deeper into the lab.
"I didn't just walk all the way here for nothing, right?"
She slumped into a chair.
"Shouldn't've listened to Sevika."
A pause. Then she added with a sigh:
"Never trust someone with one arm."
.
.
.
She stared down at the floor, then looked up thoughtfully.
"Wait... doesn't the old guy have an assistant?"
She stood, scanning the lab.
"Yeah. Silco and him talked about some assistant once..."
Her eyes finally landed on a strange, narrow door she hadn't noticed before.
She tilted her head.
"Huh."
Jinx stepped up to the door, pausing in front of it.
She imagined what the assistant might look like—maybe some cranky old woman... or a scrawny mad scientist.
Only one way to find out.
She let go of her injured arm, letting it hang limp at her side. With her good hand, she grabbed the doorknob and turned it.
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—Crane's Room—
The door creaked open.
Jinx blinked at the sight inside—a long table stretched the length of the room, dimly lit by an overhead lightbulb.
Two chairs sat at either end. One was empty. The other… occupied.
By a well-dressed man with red skin, calmly sipping tea.
Jinx's eyes widened.
"Jonathan?!" she blurted out, utterly thrown.
Crane, mid-sip, choked—
PFFT—!
Tea sprayed from his mouth in a sharp burst.
He stared at her, eyes wide, stunned into silence.
Then, after a beat, he coughed lightly.
"Ahem. Long time no see."
Jinx stepped in, confused and wary, and dropped into the chair opposite him.
"Jonathan, wh—why are you here?"
He spread his arms casually.
"What does it look like? I work here."
Jinx started rapidly tapping her forehead with her fingers.
"That doesn't make sense!"
Without missing a beat, Jonathan picked up the teapot and poured into a cup.
"Tea?" he offered, sliding it across the table toward her.
Jinx stared at the steaming cup, took a deep breath, and muttered—
"…You're not real."
She blinked, then pointed at him accusingly.
"You're a hallucination. This is the pain talking."
She let out a short laugh, bitter and tired.
"And I thought I couldn't go lower."
"You might not think I'm real," Jonathan gestured toward the cup. "but at least try the tea. It's disrespectful not to."
Jinx sighed and hesitated, reaching out.
"It's not..." Her fingers brushed the cup. Warm. Solid.
"...real?"
She looked up at him, wide-eyed.
"You're real?!"
Jonathan nodded slowly, a satisfied grin creeping onto his face.
"Plenty real. Now, let's drink—and then we talk."
He reached for a particular cup—the one Cassandra had used.
He paused.
I meant to wash this, he thought. But I can't pass over drinking tea with another .
With a careful hand, he poured tea into the cup.
Jinx hesitated, eyeing her cup.
"But—"
"Drink, then we talk," he cut in firmly.
Jinx let out an exasperated sigh.
"Ugh, fine."
She blew on the tea, then took a cautious sip.
Across the table, Jonathan stared down at his cup, visibly reluctant.
I'm about to drink tea from a cup a councilor used, he thought grimly.
Still, he picked it up and took a small, hesitant sip.
Then paused.
Then drank the entire thing in one go.
He set the cup down slowly, like it was fragile or holy.
His shoulders rose and fell with a deep, almost shuddering breath.
Am I that starved of touch… that even drinking from a woman's cup gets me heated?
His thoughts wandered—to Caitlyn.
Our date is tomorrow. Control yourself.
Jinx blinked at him, watching the way he breathed, how he refused to make eye contact.
She tilted her head.
"…Are you having an… orgasm?"
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