Graves

the footsteps are quick paced and loud before spoon dashes in abruptly, catching his hip on the counter and almost takes himself out. he winces, hand at his hip as he doubles over before stepping (mostly) upright. "C.. coffee..."

He handed him a cup of coffee, already made, using the coffee Spoon had kept trying to get. "Here."

spoon is still recovering but it all feels better when his hands are wrapped around that good ol' cup of coffee. contraband. caramel latte allowance. he slumps, bent over the counter with a breath of relief. " only took you a few months.. "

He ruffled his hair. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Theres more if you want some."

the footsteps are quick paced and loud before spoon dashes in abruptly, catching his hip on the counter and almost takes himself out. he winces, hand at his hip as he doubles over before stepping (mostly) upright. "C.. coffee..."

He handed him a cup of coffee, already made, using the coffee Spoon had kept trying to get. "Here."

"20."

"What do you think?"

... they are? : D

"Are you hoping they are?"

He raised a brow. "Really, now?"

"Guess."