#tomislav.

Waiting for Dom at the front doors of Perkins, Rosa had barely glanced up to check to see if it was him coming outside, only to notice that it was Tomislav. Turning back to her phone, she only did a double take when she noticed the colourful bracelets adorning his wrist. Reaching out and grabbing at him less than delicately, she pointed out the bands he was wearing, “Hey, those are nice - really nice. Who did them for you? Was it Mili? She’s my sister, y’know. She’s good, right? How come you got so many? What’re your intentions?” @tomislavmedovic​

Standing impatiently behind someone who was obviously struggling to make up their mind on what they wanted, Mercy eventually huffed before blurting, “Dude. It’s coffee. Do you plan on having a little slumber party here or are you actually taking this long to decide?” @tcmislav​

Pushing his way through a large crowd that’d begun to cheer over a fight, Mercy scoffed when a particularly enthusiastic watched accidentally elbowed him in the chest, “Fuckin’ - Jesus Christ,” he huffed, eventually taking the hint and backing away from the crowd, only to walk directly into someone when he wasn’t paying attention, “Well hey there, Pipsqueak!” Of course it just so happened to be the guy he had a less than pleasant run in with at the coffee shop a week or so ago. Mercy couldn’t remember if he’d ever gotten a name or not, “Didn’t expect to see you at something fun like this. You start this riot? Pissing off more people?” he asked, gesturing to the fight going on behind them with a jerk of his thumb. @tcmislav​