i'm the architect of my own disaster

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Dude [‘makes a face shrugging her shoulders in a feign shudder] if you were a computer I’d have to like you, but chances were you’d be the first computer I wouldn’t like in life, so stay human, at least I can’t feel bad about being rude to you [‘nods puffing a cheek] I totally feel bad when I am rough with technology. 

Laughing, he shakes his head with a faint smile drawn on his lips. "Rude. Then again, I'd be that computer that simply fucks up just for the Hell of it, but then I'd probably get my ass thrown out for being a little shit, so guess I'm lucky being a human eh?" Shifting slightly, he leans back, palms resting against the cold railing as his bottom lip protrudes, giving off a small pout. "Aye...Course ya' wouldn't feel bad if it was me. Tch."

  “Man all you have to say is tea and I’m in for the ride.” Snorting a bit he threw arms behind his head comfortably rocking his head side to side in order to crack his neck. “I’m not really the alcoholic type I mean I like my strong hard drinks every so often but—” Shrugging his lips twisted in a grin chuckling softly under husk breath. “I’m more of a tea and water kinda guy, I mean…I don’t even drink coffee. I don’t know man I’m kinda weird about my drinks.” Eyeing where the others gazed had locked he gave a nod as he started to walk a bit ahead. Not taking long to get there he opened the door holding it open for the other. “After you.”

"Sweet, 'cause I'm basically the same." Nods with his lips curving into a grin as he nodded once, feet picking up the pace just slightly as he advanced towards the said cafe, he looks over his shoulder to glance at the male for a quick second or two before returning his visual in front of him, slipping his hand back into the pocket. "Aye, same here. It's more like people around me are the alcoholics and I'm that designated driver." Snorts and shakes his head, eyes dashing from one corner to the next from his peripheral vision until arriving at the entrance, fingers curled at the handle of the door, pushing to open and hold it; letting the door press against his back as he jerked his head to the side. "Nah, not weird. I would choose tea over anything, being honest."

 Rolling that pink muscle along his bottom lip he squinted biting down in thought. “Well that would depend on what kind of drink you want. I know I personally enjoy a nice hot cup of tea but every once in an orange moon I enjoy a nice burn down my throat and in my chest.” Tilting his head back to stare at the sky golden hues blinked rapidly. “So it’s basically whatever you desire.”

"Ah..." Chuckling as he shakes his head, his finger tapped as he looked around the area once more, dark hues falling on a sign seemingly familiar as they narrowed to get a clearer sight. "Sorry, mate, kinda used to people referring to drinks as alcoholic beverages only...But uh--" Slipping a hand from the cozy pocket, a slender digit prods at the air towards the sign his eyes fell upon. "There's a cafe nearby, I'm looking to get some tea, seems to always do the trick in soothing the nerves and this basted headache I'm getting, how about it? Care to go there?"

  “But of course, I know how off days feel and drinks seem to fix it all.” Shrugging he rolled shoulders lifting a hand as his index rubbed under his nose which scrunched with a soft sniffle.” Glancing over at the other male he arched a brow tilting his head with more of a blank stare blinking much like a puppy. “Is there anything you want exactly? So at least I know where I’m going.”

Shakes his head. "Honestly, I haven't experimented with much drinks to know which ones I like and don't." Chuckles softly as he looks around, eyes freely glancing around the area before he picks up his pace in order to walk beside the other. "Got any suggestions?"