#&. threads

"aw c'mon poms!" he wiggles his tongue at her playfully. "i don't bite. unless you want me to." he grins, chuckling.

silas always felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb walking into the daily dose. at least it was past the whole pumpkin spiced latte era so he could escape a bit of the madness. but there was this ONE drink julia had made for him a few days ago, and being someone who almost never veers away from his constant way of things, this might be the one exception. because damn.. it was good. he didn’t get a chance to come back for another for a while, given that HELL of a snowstorm that’d come through, but now the roads and sidewalks were paved and here he stood. next in line. he approached the counter. “that uh— that drink you made last time.” the man paused, closing his eyes to try and file through his brain for whatever the fuck it was called. he grew a bit frustrated, hearing a few annoyed sighs behind him for holding them back from their PRECIOUS lattes probably. so silas dug into his pocket for his wallet. a twenty was pulled from his cash, the rest of the wallet stowed back away in his pants. “another one of those.” the cash was placed on the counter in front of julia, his eyes peering into the display case. “...and one of those muffins, too. please.”

travis slumps out of bed. five hours of sleep feels like a new record. someone give him a fucking medal. or a line of cocaine. he's gonna fucking need it to get through whatever the fuck is going on out there. the director wipes the sleep out of his eyes and pulls on a pair of pants. what the fuck has val all riled up now? shit with angel dust? some tabloid article? another fight with vox. god he hopes it's the latter. "coming big vee." he yanks open the door. "hey boss. ya okay? wanna come in?"

it's rare when angel doesn't boot him out as soon as they are done. travis almost feels guilty for being here. something is different today. angel seems tired. resigned. not his normal demanding self. sad, even. travis wonders what is going on in the spider's head. he feels his stomach start to twist up when he reaches a hand out to stroke angels arm. scooting forward, he takes a chance and kisses the spider's shoulder. "hey... you okay?" he asks quietly.

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"hey! i'm going to stop you right there before you try to feed my any more fake news," he closes his feathered hand around eeliot's wrist. the avian bears a soft, sheepish grin. "you're one of the most impressive people i know. you're so neat, organized and efficient. a walking dictionary. you know facts about sharks i didn't know existed." he drags his fingers through the plumage on the back of his head nervously. "and anyone who can put up with vox's never ending demands without going into cardiac arrest deserves an award."