“For God’s sake Dad, get down from there! Someone will see you!”
Charley’s voice sounded more irritated than concerned, as she called out at the top of her voice. Her Father had climbed up onto the main water tank at the compound - which was an enormous container, as large as an olympic pool, and lay across the roof of the main building like a silver pancake. Puck had been eating his breakfast up there.
“I wish you would not visit me at work, do you know how embarrassing it is?”
Charley loved her Father - he was all the family she knew - but he made it almost impossible for her to live in the ordinary world - which was something she really enjoyed tremendously. It wasn't easy being half-elven. She sighed.
Puck was back on the ground standing in front of her in an instant. His hair had untidily wound its curly way onto his shoulders shining copper in the bright Arizona light.
“I have to talk with Francesco” he said distractedly - "he’s not answering my emails.”
“Why don't you just message him like we normally do?”
“Telepathy’s not working either. I wouldn't have sent him out here if I knew he would like it so much” he smiled.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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