Silenced Scream (Deuce Gorgon x oc)

7- I know that look

Ana's POV:

I watch Clawdeen drag Frankie away from the table.

Deuce taps me.

"Yeah?"

"What would you like from Umi's?"

"You don't have to get it for me, I'll be fine."

"I know, but I want to. What do you want?"

"Okay, can I get-" she abruptly stopped, trying to think. "Sesame chicken, not the umi, its spicy. Pork fried rice, the teriyaki things on the stick, please."

"Alright, do you want chopsticks?"

"I don't know how to use them."

Comments from Bow: I know how to use chopsticks, because im super awesome 😎

"I'll teach you." He smiles, walking towards the booth.

I look away from him, his smile making me smile too.

Cleo looks over at me, raising an eyebrow. "I know that look," she says.

"What look?"

Ghoulia translated the signs for Cleo, I think from an app? That's pretty cool.

"The one on your face. I used to look at Deuce like that, Clawdeen did too before it was started getting directed those friends of hers," she answers, tsking like its the most obvious thing in the world.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You will."

I don't get to ask what she means by that before Draculaura, Clawdeen and Frankie come back with food in their hands.

"Are you sure this table is big enough for all of us?" Frankie asked, spinning their Mcmermalds bag between their fingers.

Cleo was quick to scoff. "We're not sitting at the same table. We're splitting off. Come on, Lagoona, Ghoulia." She gets up with her bag, snapping her fingers as these...mummy butlers...? Drag a gilded table abit away from the group, in which they drape a tablecloth and pull out a chair for each of the ghouls.

They all take a seat as I watch in confusion. Turning to Drac to see if that's normal.

Draculaura catches the look I'm throwing, shaking her head. "That's normal, don't worry. The De Niles have to have the best of the best, apparently."

I hum in acknowledgement before I have a foam container placed in front of me, the culprit sitting down next to me.

"What did I miss?" Deuce asked, glancing at the new table.

"Just Cleo being Cleo, so you didn't miss much," Clawdeen says as she peeks inside the sandwich she got from the Pita Palace, having not understood what the cook had said was on the sandwich.

Comments from Bow: this has happened to me before, because of my ADHD, anything less than a New England accent throws me off.

Picking up the chopsticks, I open the paper and pull the bamboo out, clacking them together for good measure.

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I apologize for such a short chapter and the abrupt ending, but I realized a few things about it.

1. I can't write a cute moment of Deuce teaching Anastasia how to use chopsticks, because I cannot describe it. Why? Because I rely on muscle memory, which sucks when you are trying to teach someone.

2. This has just been filler, and being at the Maul is stopping me from continuing on the main plot

3. I ran out of ideas on how to continue it

4. I haven't posted an actual, written chapter since October, and I don't want to hold it away from you guys any longer

So, in light of these realizations, the next chapter will be timeskipped to just getting back from the Maul, where our story will continue

Have a good day/night, and try to learn how to use chopsticks, despite hurting your hands, they're fun to use and very helpful when eating popcorn.

-Bow <3