lips purse as he marches on over, still keeping a full on glare on them. annoyed as ever. excuse me?! you work here don't you? so you OWE me barista boy.

some fancy event for celebrities and stuff, I need to look my best—— maybe catch someone's eye.

I need ya to doll me up tonight @mydeartrinket

didn't warn me fast enough—— tch. he gets back up on his feet and shoots them a glare. and YOU caused this, I demand compensation.

obviously eyeing the supposed "strawberry" beverage in their hands. scoots closer. lemme have a small sip.

I'm being very fair here you know, generous even. are you gonna bring up your coolness level or what.

I can still be perfectly curious without asking you know. hmph. ( huge lie )

what—— but I didn't even ask. ( he was going to. )

careful with what—— immediately slips and falls down with a loud thud, groaning. what the hell?!?!

his grip on the bowl tightened briefly before he resumes eating, keeping a very watchful eye on them. were they always so touchy he wonders .. “sounds too good to be true being able to get homemade food like this often—— I thought I was getting on your nerves.”

ooooh, where at? starts looking around.

staaaaring. is that strawberry? looks really tasty.

I need you to wear this @1stoctoberday

“always? then what's the catch——” the small caress on his cheek made him flinch slightly, he expected a hit. tch. old habits. “.. what are you doing.” almost has the urge to slap their hand away. “i'm trying to eat here.”

fine fine, I'll owe you or whatever. but the cake better be delicious or no deal.