[ despite a prickling sensation flaring up on the back of his neck when joel follows him into the establishment, john doesn't realise he is under his surveillance. he has been assaulted and kidnapped on his very own doorstep before coming to this world; something as inane as taking a moment to indulge in ice cream on a sweltering hot summer day lulled him into a false sense of security and his body picks up the slack.
the teenage girl on the counter greets john with a well-practiced smile and he links his hands together over the desk, hemming and hawing over what he should choose, stubbornly ignoring the persistent tingling while joel watches him from the back of the shop. assuming the label of his striped undergarm jumper is the cause of this discomfort, he lifts his hand and runs his fingers along the back of his neck once the girl turns away from him to prepare his order.
turn around, john's own voice suddenly commands him and he obliges by looking over his shoulder and catches joel standing sentinel and looking straight at him. ]
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the teenage girl on the counter greets john with a well-practiced smile and he links his hands together over the desk, hemming and hawing over what he should choose, stubbornly ignoring the persistent tingling while joel watches him from the back of the shop. assuming the label of his striped undergarm jumper is the cause of this discomfort, he lifts his hand and runs his fingers along the back of his neck once the girl turns away from him to prepare his order.
turn around, john's own voice suddenly commands him and he obliges by looking over his shoulder and catches joel standing sentinel and looking straight at him. ]
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