Caffeine and Magix

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“I’m not exactly the person to come to with these things. I’m, like, super evil, you know?”

You don’t think Juniper is listening. Behind his leafy, green mask, his eyes are very far away and his lips are pressed into a thin line. His curling vines are swaying gently in the breeze and are barely wrapped around your ankles and wrists. If you wanted to you could very easily escape, but, somehow, Juniper’s sudden openness has you frozen to the spot.

Maybe this is some sort of ploy to keep you contained until his teammates arrive?

“It’s not like I want to keep secrets from them,” he continues, seemingly ignoring your objection. “But what can I say? Oh, sorry, I have to go stop Discus from cancelling gravity at the Mayor’s birthday party? My dad could barely deal with me missing Superbowl Sunday to have my appendix removed.”

“Oh geez,” you say, “you’re sure giving me a lot of identifying information here.” You refrain from pointing out that your power doesn’t let you cancel gravity, only manipulate the forces already being exerted on an object in space. It’s never served any villain well to give power specifics to a hero. 

“Or,” Juniper continues, leaning against the cedar sapling that’s been slowly thickening behind him, “like that time when I had to take my AP tests on the day my grandparents came to town? And then I had to stop you from levitating all that money out of the bank? So I got home super late? Mom totally melted down. It’s not even hero stuff at this point, it’s just life stuff. Is that too controlling? It definitely feels too controlling.”

“Maybe you should avoid giving me dates and locations that your secret identity can be traced to?”

“I mean,” Juniper says, “they know about all this-” he gestures to his costume and his plants that have burst through the asphalt “-but I just don’t have time to walk them through all the responsibilities the mask gives me.”

You look at the sky, wishing his vines would just drag you through the asphalt and out of this situation. You had enough teenage angst in your youth and, at the age of 26, you’re really not looking for more.

Juniper sighs, sagging further into his plants. “And even if I did explain, they wouldn’t be able to understand.”

Oh for fuck’s sake, it’s like listening to a more positive and less evil mini-you.

Without meaning to, you say, “How would you know they won’t understand if you don’t explain it?”

Juniper shakes his head, frowning as his eyes finally focus on you. “What?”

You’re not going anywhere fast so, if he’s so intent on telling you all this, this might as well happen.

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