"Fuck."

imagine your icon has suddenly, inexplicably, become your legal guardian

I’m going to die

"It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you pour the cereal in first and then you pour the milk. If you do it the other way around you will be executed."

"That’s a bit harsh don’t you think?"

"Not at all they deserve it."

Riley looks at him in annoyance and stomps on his foot right out before they get to the coffee machine. He hurriedly walks inside and goes right for the worn machine before the other can get there.

Brent lets out a yelp when his foot is stomped on and takes a step back, stopping to raise his leg so he could hold his foot. “Fuck! Dammit, Riley!” After a minute of grumbling swears, he lowers his foot and follows the Lieutenant into the room.

"I didn't do anything to you," He was brewing the shitty office-grade coffee to his preferred style. He was leaning against the table waiting for it to finish. 

lEAVE ME ALONE IT WAS A PHASE