#*. conversations

Joon: He loves parties. I'm worried.. figured you'd be the best person to ask. I don't want to like upset 'em or something.... idk...

Joon: definitely a win for you.

The sounds of bacon hitting the hot pan and Teyo humming echoed through the kitchen. He knew that most people would probably find it odd that he was delightfully making breakfast for the random hook up he brought home. But honestly Teyo was just nice. He figured the girl, Goldie, would be hungry. He was. It wouldn’t hurt for them to share a meal. The night before they had been pretty damn intimate, he figure breakfast was alright. Hearing foots steps behind him he turned around with a friendly smile. “Morning,” slipped from his lips easily. “I made coffee,” his head nodded towards the pot and empty cup he’d taken out for her. “I’m in the process of making eggs and bacon, if you want some. I figured you were probably as hungry as I was,” was added with a light chuckle as he turned back to the pan. Making sure to carefully flip the bacon, 

Teyo rolled his shoulders as he sipped his coffee. His morning class’ notes sat on the table in front of him. Though he was only pretending to pay attention to them. Instead he was eavesdropping on the conversation of the girls two tables over. They were talking about the part. Talking about the body that was found. He himself had left the party earlier, which he was half thankful for and half annoyed about. To say that his curiosity was peaked would be an understatement. He was engrossed in the gossip when he sensed another presence next to him. “Oh, hey,” he offered lifting his eyes to meet the gaze of the new arrival. “Just let me move this shit and we can share the table.” was added with a friendly chuckle as he scooted his book and notebook over so there was more room on the surface.