starchild

“Yeah but I also give people caffeine addictions. I don’t know people wanna live here anyway, It’s not that great. Speaking of shorts, we gotta get you out again, its been awhile.”

“Caffeine addictions are fine. I’m pretty sure I was born with one. I like Lindon, but if I was an outsider coming in, I don’t know how much I’d love it. --What does that have to do with shorts? I don’t know. I’m planning on taking a couple of of clients out for a drink late this week, though.”

“It is interesting, you meet new people all day.. I take coffee orders. You really need to not be so clumsy. I do know I have pants one… kinda. Their shorts so not pants but it’s something on my legs.”

“But coffee is like, a life source. You provide an essential service to this town. All I do is help people find a place to move from one part of town to another -- or tell newcomers about Lindon. Shorts are fine. There’s somethin’ there; you’re good.”

“You better. What? Come on, I don’t always judge people for what they get. Not to their faces at least. Besides, I like all the tattoos you have so far. Eh, it was a good attempt at a pun, Cam. You’ll get there one day.”

“I mean, you laughed at my pansies idea, so. Anyway, I should just steer clear of puns. No one likes them anyway -- or at least, not the level of sophisticated people I want to impress with my tattoos and whatnot.”

“Your days always sound so interesting, all I did was spill coffee on myself but thank you. My brothers old jersey is quite comfortable even though you can’t tell I’m wearing pants.”

“Nah, not that interesting. I can relate to that -- spilling coffee on myself is part of my daily routine. As long as you know you have on pants, we’re good.”

I don’t know what that means, and I don’t care enough to find out. But, thanks. You look alright.

It’s a style of home design, but I won’t explain since you don’t care to know. Just alright? Hm, well, thanks I guess. 

nodding his head, the blond couldn’t help but to agree. sebastian was definitely worth more than a puppy – but one to have around the house would still be nice. “okay, so maybe you’ve got a point there, but still,” he started, pausing for a short moment in search of what he was trying to say. “no way i’m having betas, alright? they die in like – a week, and that’s just sad. if i have fish, they’re gonna be nemos, for sure. 

“Sometimes betas live a long time if you take proper care of them,” Cameron countered, remembering a beta fish he had for then entirety of third grade. “Problem is you can’t really keep ‘em with other betas cause they kill each other.” He shrugged. “You should get an angelfish.”

“How come you’ve never came to me to get a tattoo done? I’m pretty offended, honestly. If you’re going for a song pun, I think it’s actually ‘pocket full of posies’. Unless you’re Natasha Bedingfield—- in that case, you’d need to get a sun or something tatted there so you could have a pocketful of sunshine.”

“I’ll go to you for my next one, alright? I don’t know. It’s easier to tell strangers exactly what I want, you know? I have this weird fear that you won’t like my tattoo ideas or something, I don’t know. Ay -- I know it’s posies, but I was trying -- and failing -- at wordplay here.”

i thought we were talking about houses?

I was, but I didn’t wanna drown on about work. That’s no fun for anyone.