Adventure Time!

                    — [☠]; Unfolding one of his arms, he reached it forward to push the edge of the small plate inches closer to the blonde in front of him. “What are you waiting for?” That made it sound as if he poisoned the dessert, how funny. However, he simply insisted with a soft tone of voice, perhaps he gave up in his plan of trying to make the other beg for it. Of course that’s all you think about, Damien, to make others beg for it, but maybe it didn’t work the same when talking about food. Anyhow, he simply went back to fold his arms over his chest. “Eat.” He didn’t command it but suggested it. 

                    — [☠]; Oh bloody Hell, that muffin smelt disgustingly sweet and he could barely fake the expression of dislike on his face as he noticed the other male sitting there in front of him. Ah, humans were moved so easily with manipulation, things they like, people they love, so easily manipulated. It made it grin to himself. “Are you staring at my muffin?” Damien haven’t even touched it and it was put right in the center of the table, he of course hadn’t intentions of eating it but he wanted the other to be led by his sweet tooth and ask for it. The demon leaned back against the chair and crossed his arms over his chest. 

      The lineups take forever and a day, and the people are a lot less than considerate. An old woman had literally fought her for the last box of Lucky Charms. It was quite terrifying, if she was honest. So now, she’s stuck in another line, carding her fingers through her hair and listening to some man yammer on about his muffin. “Some humans are just so ridiculous.” She murmured out loud, chewing on her bottom lip. “It’s just a muffin. Take a breath and move on.”

It was deicded that supermarket's weren't really Finn's thing. Sure, there were lots of food and stuff, but like there were so many people. Not in a good way, either. For example, if they were all really chill and partyin' hard, then he wouldn't mind at all. But most of them were pretty angry at the world and it's muffins, yo. It simply did not tickle Finn's pickle. His ears perked up at the statement made by the lady in front of him, and he sort of assumed it was open for discussion. "Don't you find it weird how he ate most of it?"

            — [☠]; Oh such adorable little lamb. The demon couldn’t hold back a small hoarse laughter that left his lips upon the other’s behaviour, such childlike manners were worth his time at least to get some entertaintment for a while since he realized just now that he had no clue where the fuck he was. Damien spoke now to the employee, asking for the only blueberry muffin left, he wasn’t even going to eat that but he used it as a bait. Paid in slightly bloody bills upon the scared look of the woman behind the counter and thereafter he sat across a table, waiting for the other to follow him. 

It was nice to have a big huge house to come home to now, but the only problem was that his boyfriend kind of hated him at the moment, and left him in his house alone. So, in the meanwhile, he might as well walk about. He’s never been in this neighborhood before, and quite frankly, it wasn’t even London anymore, so this was a whole different country he was wandering around in. He finally managed to stumble into a library, which was great. It’s a lot hotter in America, and library’s were always quiet and air conditioned. Zayn wandered around for a good minute or two till he found the reference desk in the center. Hearing the lad’s voice, he cleared his own throat, putting on a rather nervous smile, “Oh, ‘ey. I’m not really looking for anything, I just kinda…wound up here.”

Finn wasn't too sure he knew what that meant. Or what to do, really? Suppose his natural instincts to help kicked in without him thinking most of the time. Probably why he made a pretty damn good librarian. He could always tell when the awkward ones had questions about things, but didn't want to say anything. Yes, that was a rather nice skill. A hand trailed to it's opposing elbow, rubbing it. It was one of Finn's traits where he was kind of nervous, but didn't have a regular way to express it. Like stammering, or sweating, or something. He just sort of blabbered on and rubbed his elbow, or the back of his neck; and that's kind of exactly what happened. "Uh, do you need a library card? Applications are to your left.  Takes about ten minutes." He shrugged.  "--Or are you lost, or something? ..I'm not that great with directions, but my shift ends in a few minutes. I can direct you better in person. Or you can ask one of the better librarians for directions." But they were kind of mean, so.

Judging by his response alone, Caroline came to the conclusion that this guy was a little weird. But despite her doubts she obliged and sat down opposite of him, watching as he peaked out from the article of clothing. He was cute— but more like a lost puppy or child. Regret struck once she realized that she now had to make small-talk with a stranger she had approached. Clearly she didn’t think this one through. Although her thoughts were racing her expression remained welcoming. Classic Caroline; hiding her true emotions since junior high. “Hello” she echoed, letting out a small laugh. “I know this must be weird but I was alone and you were alone so I figured it made sense to… ya know.” she gestured between the them, “Talk.” Okay, so maybe she wasn’t so good at hiding her emotions— but at least she was making an effort. 

“Oh. Glob. Dude, it’s my fault entirely.” Wait, did you say glob? That’s a totally normal thing to say, isn’t it, Princess? “I’m.. ah.. um.. I am.. uh..” Think, Peebles, he’d think that you’re nuts if you said that your name was Princess Bubblegum. Long fingers ran through the pink hair nervously. “Um.. Uh.. Don’t worry.”

Hey! She said the thing! Suppose LSP started trends through the galaxies, then. yeah? Finn would tell her about that later. She'd be pretty pleased. A hand reached up to ruffle the hairs on the back of his neck. Huh, she seemed rather reluctant to introduce herself? Ah, had Finn come across as that creepy? "Uh-- Okay. Cool. M'name's Finn." Oh, geez. He felt so dumb right now. Agh.

            — [☠]; Why was he still staring at the pieces of pies and sweets on the counter? Was he really going to buy one? But Damien you don’t even- Huh? A voice spoke toward him and once the demon turned his head to catch a glimse from the source of that voice, he found a smaller male talking to him. “…” A small moment of silence. “You’re tiny.” He responded, since it was the characteristic he could catch at first glance.