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@buckshot-killshot
"A choice between hate and success. A choice between vengeance and peace. But for me, it's not been much of a choice at all, is it? They are one in the same."
A broken anxious cowboy who's lost his friends and home. Now left roaming without a purpose in the world.
look— I AM working on the pride specials! ITS JUST FUCKING HARD TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO CONSISTENTLY DYE DRINKS PRETTILY
Cranberry juice is red!!! We know that!
thank you frankie that’s very helpful swee—
ENERGY DRINK MOCKTAILS FRANKIE YOURE A GENIUS
Beau dear god... one of these days someone is gonna have a heartattack in the store cause of this.
there’s no legal caffiene regulations and i’ve made sure our asses are covered legal wise. it’ll be fiiiine
It'll be fine legally but like ethically??? Maybe not??
since when did you give a damn about ethics? just take the fuckin’ orders man
Fair fair..
Don't complain to me when someone eventually keels over
look— I AM working on the pride specials! ITS JUST FUCKING HARD TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO CONSISTENTLY DYE DRINKS PRETTILY
Cranberry juice is red!!! We know that!
thank you frankie that’s very helpful swee—
ENERGY DRINK MOCKTAILS FRANKIE YOURE A GENIUS
Beau dear god... one of these days someone is gonna have a heartattack in the store cause of this.
there’s no legal caffiene regulations and i’ve made sure our asses are covered legal wise. it’ll be fiiiine
It'll be fine legally but like ethically??? Maybe not??
look— I AM working on the pride specials! ITS JUST FUCKING HARD TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO CONSISTENTLY DYE DRINKS PRETTILY
Cranberry juice is red!!! We know that!
thank you frankie that’s very helpful swee—
ENERGY DRINK MOCKTAILS FRANKIE YOURE A GENIUS
Beau dear god... one of these days someone is gonna have a heartattack in the store cause of this.
losing it over this. unbridled chaos
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Smartass." They reply, seemingly noticing his expression.. though with Beau Adam could never tell. "Get some fuckin' ginger tea." He teases the other man gruffly. "We got twenty-five before opening. You'll need it. Thursdays are rough."
The quiet sound of a broom against dusty floor fills the air as the younger owner settles down into the comfortable, monotonous routine they've established with the other man. He knows not to butt into where he's not needed, and they know not to ask questions about the screaming in the night. If Adam wants to talk about it, Beau knows it'll be on his own time.
Not theirs.
"I will," He responded, waving a hand towards them. Adam was half regretting to ever work there, but it'd only been a few days, so he had no right to complain about a single busy day.
The look Beau gave him made his skin crawl. He was never the greatest at reading people, but Beau tested that skill at a whole new level. Luckily, it seemed he wasn't gonna speak up about it, so Adam could just eagerly move on without dealing with any odd questions.
"Lavender simple syrup needs to be restocked. Same with the Honey out here." They call out to him after a few minutes. Sure, they were hard to read... but one thing stayed consistent with the enben. Adam could always rely on his actions to speak whatever they were actually saying. So, translation... 'Lavender is in the back. So is Honey.'
He gave them a small appreciative noise in response. Quickly locating the lavender and honey and helping himself to some. His gaze briefly flicked back into his reflection in one the glasses.
He seemed trapped in it, staring absently until he felt hot tea drip onto his fingers. It immediately was dragged back to reality, nearly dropping the container of honey as he realized he'd overfilled the cup.
"Fuck– goddammit!" Adam tried to keep his cursing quiet, but couldn't help the noises he let it out in surprise.
Beau just.. sighs again but then is at his side (did they jump over the fucking counter??) with a first aid kit and a hardcore type of Neosporin he's never seen before. He takes the cup from Adam, along with the honey, jerking their head at the seats lining the 'bar/diner' area of the cafe. "Dry your hand off, put that on it. Gauze in the kit." They grumble out, almost irritated but not exactly.
Adam opened his mouth to apologize, but as soon as Beau spoke he begrudgingly followed their directions. He had a fairly high pain tolerance, at least compared to the average person, but the surprise of it is what got him.
"'m fine.." He grumbled eventually, wrapping the gauze tightly against his fingers.
"Nope. Neosporin." They reply almost too quickly. Then, almost like he's been anticipating (watching?) Adam's needs, there's a cranberry orange scone, fresh out of the oven. A few seconds later, a steaming cup of ginger and Lavender tea, with just the right amount of honey in it slides down the counter to settle beside the plate.
Damn, they've been at this for too fucking long. "Angie had extras." Adam knows that's a lie. Angie makes the right amount every time. Down to the exact number.
He narrowed his eyes, giving Beau a knowing look. He wasn't going to call bullshit on it, but he made sure they knew exactly what he was thinking.
Adam quickly applied the Neosporin, rewrapping his hand before picking at the scone. He wasn't going to complain about it, especially since it tasted good.
"..thanks." he mumbled out, his gaze focused on anything but Beau.
"Need to take better care of yourself." Beau grumbles almost annoyed as a reply, but then gets quickly back to work. Barista magic.
"Maybe." Adam didn't look up, continuing to stare at the scone as he slowly ate it. His shoulders were tensed up, though they slowly began to relax over time.
He didn't need them looking after him, though it was a little nice, he had to admit.
"Not maybe. This is the third time you've burned yourself." They retort. There's a soft silence interrupted by sweeping before the click of their boots come right out to the counter. Beau leans over, their elbows holding their weight as they make uncomfortable eye contact with Adam. "Overcompensating."
"I'm just not used to the work." He shrugged. If they told him to fight someone or to ride a horse he could easily do it, but make a cup of coffee over and over for hours? That was foreign to him.
Adam sat up a little as they stared, his gaze unsure as to where to focus on their face. "I ain't overcompensating." He retorted too quickly.
"You're good for the work." They point out, tilting their head slightly as their eyes narrow. "When you're focusing."
They then lean closer. "Relying on yourself is gonna cause you to crash. Trust me, I would know."
"I have been focused," Adam glanced away for a second.
He eyes darted back to them as they leaned closer, his shoulders tensing up immensely at the proximity. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, nearly enough to bleed. He had to reign in that slight anger at their words. They were right, but fuck he hated it.
"I'm fine." Was all he muttered, gaze focused back on his drink.
"Three times. And you dropped the last shipment of beans twice on your foot." They point out again, before leaning back. Beau walks around the counter to put the (filled) honey dispenser beside Adam. "You can say that all you like, but you're still living under my roof." They grumble, looking over at the other man.
"My hand slipped." He grumbled, taking a long sip from his cup. He was definitely spacing out, one of the times he'd heard the sounds of chains being dragged against the ground and everything else just stopped being processed. Beau nearly chewed him out cause of that..
"I'll get out of your hair as soon as I find a better place and job."
"What hair?" They ask with a raised eyebrow. "You aren't a bother. You're staying."
"I–" He paused for a second. "I mean– you don't got to." Adam quickly answered, giving them a slight smile. It was nice being able to rely on someone, but a part of his brain was screaming at him about it.
"Thanks." He begrudgingly mumbled.
"You're staying." They repeat, this time in a little more forceful voice. "This is Gotham. You don't know what's out there."
"I suppose," He shrugged. At least they had a point, this was just to keep him safe, no weird emotional things involved or anything. Though, he could handle himself in a fight.
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Smartass." They reply, seemingly noticing his expression.. though with Beau Adam could never tell. "Get some fuckin' ginger tea." He teases the other man gruffly. "We got twenty-five before opening. You'll need it. Thursdays are rough."
The quiet sound of a broom against dusty floor fills the air as the younger owner settles down into the comfortable, monotonous routine they've established with the other man. He knows not to butt into where he's not needed, and they know not to ask questions about the screaming in the night. If Adam wants to talk about it, Beau knows it'll be on his own time.
Not theirs.
"I will," He responded, waving a hand towards them. Adam was half regretting to ever work there, but it'd only been a few days, so he had no right to complain about a single busy day.
The look Beau gave him made his skin crawl. He was never the greatest at reading people, but Beau tested that skill at a whole new level. Luckily, it seemed he wasn't gonna speak up about it, so Adam could just eagerly move on without dealing with any odd questions.
"Lavender simple syrup needs to be restocked. Same with the Honey out here." They call out to him after a few minutes. Sure, they were hard to read... but one thing stayed consistent with the enben. Adam could always rely on his actions to speak whatever they were actually saying. So, translation... 'Lavender is in the back. So is Honey.'
He gave them a small appreciative noise in response. Quickly locating the lavender and honey and helping himself to some. His gaze briefly flicked back into his reflection in one the glasses.
He seemed trapped in it, staring absently until he felt hot tea drip onto his fingers. It immediately was dragged back to reality, nearly dropping the container of honey as he realized he'd overfilled the cup.
"Fuck– goddammit!" Adam tried to keep his cursing quiet, but couldn't help the noises he let it out in surprise.
Beau just.. sighs again but then is at his side (did they jump over the fucking counter??) with a first aid kit and a hardcore type of Neosporin he's never seen before. He takes the cup from Adam, along with the honey, jerking their head at the seats lining the 'bar/diner' area of the cafe. "Dry your hand off, put that on it. Gauze in the kit." They grumble out, almost irritated but not exactly.
Adam opened his mouth to apologize, but as soon as Beau spoke he begrudgingly followed their directions. He had a fairly high pain tolerance, at least compared to the average person, but the surprise of it is what got him.
"'m fine.." He grumbled eventually, wrapping the gauze tightly against his fingers.
"Nope. Neosporin." They reply almost too quickly. Then, almost like he's been anticipating (watching?) Adam's needs, there's a cranberry orange scone, fresh out of the oven. A few seconds later, a steaming cup of ginger and Lavender tea, with just the right amount of honey in it slides down the counter to settle beside the plate.
Damn, they've been at this for too fucking long. "Angie had extras." Adam knows that's a lie. Angie makes the right amount every time. Down to the exact number.
He narrowed his eyes, giving Beau a knowing look. He wasn't going to call bullshit on it, but he made sure they knew exactly what he was thinking.
Adam quickly applied the Neosporin, rewrapping his hand before picking at the scone. He wasn't going to complain about it, especially since it tasted good.
"..thanks." he mumbled out, his gaze focused on anything but Beau.
"Need to take better care of yourself." Beau grumbles almost annoyed as a reply, but then gets quickly back to work. Barista magic.
"Maybe." Adam didn't look up, continuing to stare at the scone as he slowly ate it. His shoulders were tensed up, though they slowly began to relax over time.
He didn't need them looking after him, though it was a little nice, he had to admit.
"Not maybe. This is the third time you've burned yourself." They retort. There's a soft silence interrupted by sweeping before the click of their boots come right out to the counter. Beau leans over, their elbows holding their weight as they make uncomfortable eye contact with Adam. "Overcompensating."
"I'm just not used to the work." He shrugged. If they told him to fight someone or to ride a horse he could easily do it, but make a cup of coffee over and over for hours? That was foreign to him.
Adam sat up a little as they stared, his gaze unsure as to where to focus on their face. "I ain't overcompensating." He retorted too quickly.
"You're good for the work." They point out, tilting their head slightly as their eyes narrow. "When you're focusing."
They then lean closer. "Relying on yourself is gonna cause you to crash. Trust me, I would know."
"I have been focused," Adam glanced away for a second.
He eyes darted back to them as they leaned closer, his shoulders tensing up immensely at the proximity. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, nearly enough to bleed. He had to reign in that slight anger at their words. They were right, but fuck he hated it.
"I'm fine." Was all he muttered, gaze focused back on his drink.
"Three times. And you dropped the last shipment of beans twice on your foot." They point out again, before leaning back. Beau walks around the counter to put the (filled) honey dispenser beside Adam. "You can say that all you like, but you're still living under my roof." They grumble, looking over at the other man.
"My hand slipped." He grumbled, taking a long sip from his cup. He was definitely spacing out, one of the times he'd heard the sounds of chains being dragged against the ground and everything else just stopped being processed. Beau nearly chewed him out cause of that..
"I'll get out of your hair as soon as I find a better place and job."
"What hair?" They ask with a raised eyebrow. "You aren't a bother. You're staying."
"I–" He paused for a second. "I mean– you don't got to." Adam quickly answered, giving them a slight smile. It was nice being able to rely on someone, but a part of his brain was screaming at him about it.
"Thanks." He begrudgingly mumbled.
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Smartass." They reply, seemingly noticing his expression.. though with Beau Adam could never tell. "Get some fuckin' ginger tea." He teases the other man gruffly. "We got twenty-five before opening. You'll need it. Thursdays are rough."
The quiet sound of a broom against dusty floor fills the air as the younger owner settles down into the comfortable, monotonous routine they've established with the other man. He knows not to butt into where he's not needed, and they know not to ask questions about the screaming in the night. If Adam wants to talk about it, Beau knows it'll be on his own time.
Not theirs.
"I will," He responded, waving a hand towards them. Adam was half regretting to ever work there, but it'd only been a few days, so he had no right to complain about a single busy day.
The look Beau gave him made his skin crawl. He was never the greatest at reading people, but Beau tested that skill at a whole new level. Luckily, it seemed he wasn't gonna speak up about it, so Adam could just eagerly move on without dealing with any odd questions.
"Lavender simple syrup needs to be restocked. Same with the Honey out here." They call out to him after a few minutes. Sure, they were hard to read... but one thing stayed consistent with the enben. Adam could always rely on his actions to speak whatever they were actually saying. So, translation... 'Lavender is in the back. So is Honey.'
He gave them a small appreciative noise in response. Quickly locating the lavender and honey and helping himself to some. His gaze briefly flicked back into his reflection in one the glasses.
He seemed trapped in it, staring absently until he felt hot tea drip onto his fingers. It immediately was dragged back to reality, nearly dropping the container of honey as he realized he'd overfilled the cup.
"Fuck– goddammit!" Adam tried to keep his cursing quiet, but couldn't help the noises he let it out in surprise.
Beau just.. sighs again but then is at his side (did they jump over the fucking counter??) with a first aid kit and a hardcore type of Neosporin he's never seen before. He takes the cup from Adam, along with the honey, jerking their head at the seats lining the 'bar/diner' area of the cafe. "Dry your hand off, put that on it. Gauze in the kit." They grumble out, almost irritated but not exactly.
Adam opened his mouth to apologize, but as soon as Beau spoke he begrudgingly followed their directions. He had a fairly high pain tolerance, at least compared to the average person, but the surprise of it is what got him.
"'m fine.." He grumbled eventually, wrapping the gauze tightly against his fingers.
"Nope. Neosporin." They reply almost too quickly. Then, almost like he's been anticipating (watching?) Adam's needs, there's a cranberry orange scone, fresh out of the oven. A few seconds later, a steaming cup of ginger and Lavender tea, with just the right amount of honey in it slides down the counter to settle beside the plate.
Damn, they've been at this for too fucking long. "Angie had extras." Adam knows that's a lie. Angie makes the right amount every time. Down to the exact number.
He narrowed his eyes, giving Beau a knowing look. He wasn't going to call bullshit on it, but he made sure they knew exactly what he was thinking.
Adam quickly applied the Neosporin, rewrapping his hand before picking at the scone. He wasn't going to complain about it, especially since it tasted good.
"..thanks." he mumbled out, his gaze focused on anything but Beau.
"Need to take better care of yourself." Beau grumbles almost annoyed as a reply, but then gets quickly back to work. Barista magic.
"Maybe." Adam didn't look up, continuing to stare at the scone as he slowly ate it. His shoulders were tensed up, though they slowly began to relax over time.
He didn't need them looking after him, though it was a little nice, he had to admit.
"Not maybe. This is the third time you've burned yourself." They retort. There's a soft silence interrupted by sweeping before the click of their boots come right out to the counter. Beau leans over, their elbows holding their weight as they make uncomfortable eye contact with Adam. "Overcompensating."
"I'm just not used to the work." He shrugged. If they told him to fight someone or to ride a horse he could easily do it, but make a cup of coffee over and over for hours? That was foreign to him.
Adam sat up a little as they stared, his gaze unsure as to where to focus on their face. "I ain't overcompensating." He retorted too quickly.
"You're good for the work." They point out, tilting their head slightly as their eyes narrow. "When you're focusing."
They then lean closer. "Relying on yourself is gonna cause you to crash. Trust me, I would know."
"I have been focused," Adam glanced away for a second.
He eyes darted back to them as they leaned closer, his shoulders tensing up immensely at the proximity. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, nearly enough to bleed. He had to reign in that slight anger at their words. They were right, but fuck he hated it.
"I'm fine." Was all he muttered, gaze focused back on his drink.
"Three times. And you dropped the last shipment of beans twice on your foot." They point out again, before leaning back. Beau walks around the counter to put the (filled) honey dispenser beside Adam. "You can say that all you like, but you're still living under my roof." They grumble, looking over at the other man.
"My hand slipped." He grumbled, taking a long sip from his cup. He was definitely spacing out, one of the times he'd heard the sounds of chains being dragged against the ground and everything else just stopped being processed. Beau nearly chewed him out cause of that..
"I'll get out of your hair as soon as I find a better place and job."
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Smartass." They reply, seemingly noticing his expression.. though with Beau Adam could never tell. "Get some fuckin' ginger tea." He teases the other man gruffly. "We got twenty-five before opening. You'll need it. Thursdays are rough."
The quiet sound of a broom against dusty floor fills the air as the younger owner settles down into the comfortable, monotonous routine they've established with the other man. He knows not to butt into where he's not needed, and they know not to ask questions about the screaming in the night. If Adam wants to talk about it, Beau knows it'll be on his own time.
Not theirs.
"I will," He responded, waving a hand towards them. Adam was half regretting to ever work there, but it'd only been a few days, so he had no right to complain about a single busy day.
The look Beau gave him made his skin crawl. He was never the greatest at reading people, but Beau tested that skill at a whole new level. Luckily, it seemed he wasn't gonna speak up about it, so Adam could just eagerly move on without dealing with any odd questions.
"Lavender simple syrup needs to be restocked. Same with the Honey out here." They call out to him after a few minutes. Sure, they were hard to read... but one thing stayed consistent with the enben. Adam could always rely on his actions to speak whatever they were actually saying. So, translation... 'Lavender is in the back. So is Honey.'
He gave them a small appreciative noise in response. Quickly locating the lavender and honey and helping himself to some. His gaze briefly flicked back into his reflection in one the glasses.
He seemed trapped in it, staring absently until he felt hot tea drip onto his fingers. It immediately was dragged back to reality, nearly dropping the container of honey as he realized he'd overfilled the cup.
"Fuck– goddammit!" Adam tried to keep his cursing quiet, but couldn't help the noises he let it out in surprise.
Beau just.. sighs again but then is at his side (did they jump over the fucking counter??) with a first aid kit and a hardcore type of Neosporin he's never seen before. He takes the cup from Adam, along with the honey, jerking their head at the seats lining the 'bar/diner' area of the cafe. "Dry your hand off, put that on it. Gauze in the kit." They grumble out, almost irritated but not exactly.
Adam opened his mouth to apologize, but as soon as Beau spoke he begrudgingly followed their directions. He had a fairly high pain tolerance, at least compared to the average person, but the surprise of it is what got him.
"'m fine.." He grumbled eventually, wrapping the gauze tightly against his fingers.
"Nope. Neosporin." They reply almost too quickly. Then, almost like he's been anticipating (watching?) Adam's needs, there's a cranberry orange scone, fresh out of the oven. A few seconds later, a steaming cup of ginger and Lavender tea, with just the right amount of honey in it slides down the counter to settle beside the plate.
Damn, they've been at this for too fucking long. "Angie had extras." Adam knows that's a lie. Angie makes the right amount every time. Down to the exact number.
He narrowed his eyes, giving Beau a knowing look. He wasn't going to call bullshit on it, but he made sure they knew exactly what he was thinking.
Adam quickly applied the Neosporin, rewrapping his hand before picking at the scone. He wasn't going to complain about it, especially since it tasted good.
"..thanks." he mumbled out, his gaze focused on anything but Beau.
"Need to take better care of yourself." Beau grumbles almost annoyed as a reply, but then gets quickly back to work. Barista magic.
"Maybe." Adam didn't look up, continuing to stare at the scone as he slowly ate it. His shoulders were tensed up, though they slowly began to relax over time.
He didn't need them looking after him, though it was a little nice, he had to admit.
"Not maybe. This is the third time you've burned yourself." They retort. There's a soft silence interrupted by sweeping before the click of their boots come right out to the counter. Beau leans over, their elbows holding their weight as they make uncomfortable eye contact with Adam. "Overcompensating."
"I'm just not used to the work." He shrugged. If they told him to fight someone or to ride a horse he could easily do it, but make a cup of coffee over and over for hours? That was foreign to him.
Adam sat up a little as they stared, his gaze unsure as to where to focus on their face. "I ain't overcompensating." He retorted too quickly.
"You're good for the work." They point out, tilting their head slightly as their eyes narrow. "When you're focusing."
They then lean closer. "Relying on yourself is gonna cause you to crash. Trust me, I would know."
"I have been focused," Adam glanced away for a second.
He eyes darted back to them as they leaned closer, his shoulders tensing up immensely at the proximity. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, nearly enough to bleed. He had to reign in that slight anger at their words. They were right, but fuck he hated it.
"I'm fine." Was all he muttered, gaze focused back on his drink.
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Smartass." They reply, seemingly noticing his expression.. though with Beau Adam could never tell. "Get some fuckin' ginger tea." He teases the other man gruffly. "We got twenty-five before opening. You'll need it. Thursdays are rough."
The quiet sound of a broom against dusty floor fills the air as the younger owner settles down into the comfortable, monotonous routine they've established with the other man. He knows not to butt into where he's not needed, and they know not to ask questions about the screaming in the night. If Adam wants to talk about it, Beau knows it'll be on his own time.
Not theirs.
"I will," He responded, waving a hand towards them. Adam was half regretting to ever work there, but it'd only been a few days, so he had no right to complain about a single busy day.
The look Beau gave him made his skin crawl. He was never the greatest at reading people, but Beau tested that skill at a whole new level. Luckily, it seemed he wasn't gonna speak up about it, so Adam could just eagerly move on without dealing with any odd questions.
"Lavender simple syrup needs to be restocked. Same with the Honey out here." They call out to him after a few minutes. Sure, they were hard to read... but one thing stayed consistent with the enben. Adam could always rely on his actions to speak whatever they were actually saying. So, translation... 'Lavender is in the back. So is Honey.'
He gave them a small appreciative noise in response. Quickly locating the lavender and honey and helping himself to some. His gaze briefly flicked back into his reflection in one the glasses.
He seemed trapped in it, staring absently until he felt hot tea drip onto his fingers. It immediately was dragged back to reality, nearly dropping the container of honey as he realized he'd overfilled the cup.
"Fuck– goddammit!" Adam tried to keep his cursing quiet, but couldn't help the noises he let it out in surprise.
Beau just.. sighs again but then is at his side (did they jump over the fucking counter??) with a first aid kit and a hardcore type of Neosporin he's never seen before. He takes the cup from Adam, along with the honey, jerking their head at the seats lining the 'bar/diner' area of the cafe. "Dry your hand off, put that on it. Gauze in the kit." They grumble out, almost irritated but not exactly.
Adam opened his mouth to apologize, but as soon as Beau spoke he begrudgingly followed their directions. He had a fairly high pain tolerance, at least compared to the average person, but the surprise of it is what got him.
"'m fine.." He grumbled eventually, wrapping the gauze tightly against his fingers.
"Nope. Neosporin." They reply almost too quickly. Then, almost like he's been anticipating (watching?) Adam's needs, there's a cranberry orange scone, fresh out of the oven. A few seconds later, a steaming cup of ginger and Lavender tea, with just the right amount of honey in it slides down the counter to settle beside the plate.
Damn, they've been at this for too fucking long. "Angie had extras." Adam knows that's a lie. Angie makes the right amount every time. Down to the exact number.
He narrowed his eyes, giving Beau a knowing look. He wasn't going to call bullshit on it, but he made sure they knew exactly what he was thinking.
Adam quickly applied the Neosporin, rewrapping his hand before picking at the scone. He wasn't going to complain about it, especially since it tasted good.
"..thanks." he mumbled out, his gaze focused on anything but Beau.
"Need to take better care of yourself." Beau grumbles almost annoyed as a reply, but then gets quickly back to work. Barista magic.
"Maybe." Adam didn't look up, continuing to stare at the scone as he slowly ate it. His shoulders were tensed up, though they slowly began to relax over time.
He didn't need them looking after him, though it was a little nice, he had to admit.
"Not maybe. This is the third time you've burned yourself." They retort. There's a soft silence interrupted by sweeping before the click of their boots come right out to the counter. Beau leans over, their elbows holding their weight as they make uncomfortable eye contact with Adam. "Overcompensating."
"I'm just not used to the work." He shrugged. If they told him to fight someone or to ride a horse he could easily do it, but make a cup of coffee over and over for hours? That was foreign to him.
Adam sat up a little as they stared, his gaze unsure as to where to focus on their face. "I ain't overcompensating." He retorted too quickly.
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Smartass." They reply, seemingly noticing his expression.. though with Beau Adam could never tell. "Get some fuckin' ginger tea." He teases the other man gruffly. "We got twenty-five before opening. You'll need it. Thursdays are rough."
The quiet sound of a broom against dusty floor fills the air as the younger owner settles down into the comfortable, monotonous routine they've established with the other man. He knows not to butt into where he's not needed, and they know not to ask questions about the screaming in the night. If Adam wants to talk about it, Beau knows it'll be on his own time.
Not theirs.
"I will," He responded, waving a hand towards them. Adam was half regretting to ever work there, but it'd only been a few days, so he had no right to complain about a single busy day.
The look Beau gave him made his skin crawl. He was never the greatest at reading people, but Beau tested that skill at a whole new level. Luckily, it seemed he wasn't gonna speak up about it, so Adam could just eagerly move on without dealing with any odd questions.
"Lavender simple syrup needs to be restocked. Same with the Honey out here." They call out to him after a few minutes. Sure, they were hard to read... but one thing stayed consistent with the enben. Adam could always rely on his actions to speak whatever they were actually saying. So, translation... 'Lavender is in the back. So is Honey.'
He gave them a small appreciative noise in response. Quickly locating the lavender and honey and helping himself to some. His gaze briefly flicked back into his reflection in one the glasses.
He seemed trapped in it, staring absently until he felt hot tea drip onto his fingers. It immediately was dragged back to reality, nearly dropping the container of honey as he realized he'd overfilled the cup.
"Fuck– goddammit!" Adam tried to keep his cursing quiet, but couldn't help the noises he let it out in surprise.
Beau just.. sighs again but then is at his side (did they jump over the fucking counter??) with a first aid kit and a hardcore type of Neosporin he's never seen before. He takes the cup from Adam, along with the honey, jerking their head at the seats lining the 'bar/diner' area of the cafe. "Dry your hand off, put that on it. Gauze in the kit." They grumble out, almost irritated but not exactly.
Adam opened his mouth to apologize, but as soon as Beau spoke he begrudgingly followed their directions. He had a fairly high pain tolerance, at least compared to the average person, but the surprise of it is what got him.
"'m fine.." He grumbled eventually, wrapping the gauze tightly against his fingers.
"Nope. Neosporin." They reply almost too quickly. Then, almost like he's been anticipating (watching?) Adam's needs, there's a cranberry orange scone, fresh out of the oven. A few seconds later, a steaming cup of ginger and Lavender tea, with just the right amount of honey in it slides down the counter to settle beside the plate.
Damn, they've been at this for too fucking long. "Angie had extras." Adam knows that's a lie. Angie makes the right amount every time. Down to the exact number.
He narrowed his eyes, giving Beau a knowing look. He wasn't going to call bullshit on it, but he made sure they knew exactly what he was thinking.
Adam quickly applied the Neosporin, rewrapping his hand before picking at the scone. He wasn't going to complain about it, especially since it tasted good.
"..thanks." he mumbled out, his gaze focused on anything but Beau.
"Need to take better care of yourself." Beau grumbles almost annoyed as a reply, but then gets quickly back to work. Barista magic.
"Maybe." Adam didn't look up, continuing to stare at the scone as he slowly ate it. His shoulders were tensed up, though they slowly began to relax over time.
He didn't need them looking after him, though it was a little nice, he had to admit.
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Smartass." They reply, seemingly noticing his expression.. though with Beau Adam could never tell. "Get some fuckin' ginger tea." He teases the other man gruffly. "We got twenty-five before opening. You'll need it. Thursdays are rough."
The quiet sound of a broom against dusty floor fills the air as the younger owner settles down into the comfortable, monotonous routine they've established with the other man. He knows not to butt into where he's not needed, and they know not to ask questions about the screaming in the night. If Adam wants to talk about it, Beau knows it'll be on his own time.
Not theirs.
"I will," He responded, waving a hand towards them. Adam was half regretting to ever work there, but it'd only been a few days, so he had no right to complain about a single busy day.
The look Beau gave him made his skin crawl. He was never the greatest at reading people, but Beau tested that skill at a whole new level. Luckily, it seemed he wasn't gonna speak up about it, so Adam could just eagerly move on without dealing with any odd questions.
"Lavender simple syrup needs to be restocked. Same with the Honey out here." They call out to him after a few minutes. Sure, they were hard to read... but one thing stayed consistent with the enben. Adam could always rely on his actions to speak whatever they were actually saying. So, translation... 'Lavender is in the back. So is Honey.'
He gave them a small appreciative noise in response. Quickly locating the lavender and honey and helping himself to some. His gaze briefly flicked back into his reflection in one the glasses.
He seemed trapped in it, staring absently until he felt hot tea drip onto his fingers. It immediately was dragged back to reality, nearly dropping the container of honey as he realized he'd overfilled the cup.
"Fuck– goddammit!" Adam tried to keep his cursing quiet, but couldn't help the noises he let it out in surprise.
Beau just.. sighs again but then is at his side (did they jump over the fucking counter??) with a first aid kit and a hardcore type of Neosporin he's never seen before. He takes the cup from Adam, along with the honey, jerking their head at the seats lining the 'bar/diner' area of the cafe. "Dry your hand off, put that on it. Gauze in the kit." They grumble out, almost irritated but not exactly.
Adam opened his mouth to apologize, but as soon as Beau spoke he begrudgingly followed their directions. He had a fairly high pain tolerance, at least compared to the average person, but the surprise of it is what got him.
"'m fine.." He grumbled eventually, wrapping the gauze tightly against his fingers.
"Nope. Neosporin." They reply almost too quickly. Then, almost like he's been anticipating (watching?) Adam's needs, there's a cranberry orange scone, fresh out of the oven. A few seconds later, a steaming cup of ginger and Lavender tea, with just the right amount of honey in it slides down the counter to settle beside the plate.
Damn, they've been at this for too fucking long. "Angie had extras." Adam knows that's a lie. Angie makes the right amount every time. Down to the exact number.
He narrowed his eyes, giving Beau a knowing look. He wasn't going to call bullshit on it, but he made sure they knew exactly what he was thinking.
Adam quickly applied the Neosporin, rewrapping his hand before picking at the scone. He wasn't going to complain about it, especially since it tasted good.
"..thanks." he mumbled out, his gaze focused on anything but Beau.
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Smartass." They reply, seemingly noticing his expression.. though with Beau Adam could never tell. "Get some fuckin' ginger tea." He teases the other man gruffly. "We got twenty-five before opening. You'll need it. Thursdays are rough."
The quiet sound of a broom against dusty floor fills the air as the younger owner settles down into the comfortable, monotonous routine they've established with the other man. He knows not to butt into where he's not needed, and they know not to ask questions about the screaming in the night. If Adam wants to talk about it, Beau knows it'll be on his own time.
Not theirs.
"I will," He responded, waving a hand towards them. Adam was half regretting to ever work there, but it'd only been a few days, so he had no right to complain about a single busy day.
The look Beau gave him made his skin crawl. He was never the greatest at reading people, but Beau tested that skill at a whole new level. Luckily, it seemed he wasn't gonna speak up about it, so Adam could just eagerly move on without dealing with any odd questions.
"Lavender simple syrup needs to be restocked. Same with the Honey out here." They call out to him after a few minutes. Sure, they were hard to read... but one thing stayed consistent with the enben. Adam could always rely on his actions to speak whatever they were actually saying. So, translation... 'Lavender is in the back. So is Honey.'
He gave them a small appreciative noise in response. Quickly locating the lavender and honey and helping himself to some. His gaze briefly flicked back into his reflection in one the glasses.
He seemed trapped in it, staring absently until he felt hot tea drip onto his fingers. It immediately was dragged back to reality, nearly dropping the container of honey as he realized he'd overfilled the cup.
"Fuck– goddammit!" Adam tried to keep his cursing quiet, but couldn't help the noises he let it out in surprise.
Beau just.. sighs again but then is at his side (did they jump over the fucking counter??) with a first aid kit and a hardcore type of Neosporin he's never seen before. He takes the cup from Adam, along with the honey, jerking their head at the seats lining the 'bar/diner' area of the cafe. "Dry your hand off, put that on it. Gauze in the kit." They grumble out, almost irritated but not exactly.
Adam opened his mouth to apologize, but as soon as Beau spoke he begrudgingly followed their directions. He had a fairly high pain tolerance, at least compared to the average person, but the surprise of it is what got him.
"'m fine.." He grumbled eventually, wrapping the gauze tightly against his fingers.
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Smartass." They reply, seemingly noticing his expression.. though with Beau Adam could never tell. "Get some fuckin' ginger tea." He teases the other man gruffly. "We got twenty-five before opening. You'll need it. Thursdays are rough."
The quiet sound of a broom against dusty floor fills the air as the younger owner settles down into the comfortable, monotonous routine they've established with the other man. He knows not to butt into where he's not needed, and they know not to ask questions about the screaming in the night. If Adam wants to talk about it, Beau knows it'll be on his own time.
Not theirs.
"I will," He responded, waving a hand towards them. Adam was half regretting to ever work there, but it'd only been a few days, so he had no right to complain about a single busy day.
The look Beau gave him made his skin crawl. He was never the greatest at reading people, but Beau tested that skill at a whole new level. Luckily, it seemed he wasn't gonna speak up about it, so Adam could just eagerly move on without dealing with any odd questions.
"Lavender simple syrup needs to be restocked. Same with the Honey out here." They call out to him after a few minutes. Sure, they were hard to read... but one thing stayed consistent with the enben. Adam could always rely on his actions to speak whatever they were actually saying. So, translation... 'Lavender is in the back. So is Honey.'
He gave them a small appreciative noise in response. Quickly locating the lavender and honey and helping himself to some. His gaze briefly flicked back into his reflection in one the glasses.
He seemed trapped in it, staring absently until he felt hot tea drip onto his fingers. It immediately was dragged back to reality, nearly dropping the container of honey as he realized he'd overfilled the cup.
"Fuck– goddammit!" Adam tried to keep his cursing quiet, but couldn't help the noises he let it out in surprise.
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Smartass." They reply, seemingly noticing his expression.. though with Beau Adam could never tell. "Get some fuckin' ginger tea." He teases the other man gruffly. "We got twenty-five before opening. You'll need it. Thursdays are rough."
The quiet sound of a broom against dusty floor fills the air as the younger owner settles down into the comfortable, monotonous routine they've established with the other man. He knows not to butt into where he's not needed, and they know not to ask questions about the screaming in the night. If Adam wants to talk about it, Beau knows it'll be on his own time.
Not theirs.
"I will," He responded, waving a hand towards them. Adam was half regretting to ever work there, but it'd only been a few days, so he had no right to complain about a single busy day.
The look Beau gave him made his skin crawl. He was never the greatest at reading people, but Beau tested that skill at a whole new level. Luckily, it seemed he wasn't gonna speak up about it, so Adam could just eagerly move on without dealing with any odd questions.
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
"I had an extra one." Beau dismisses him, turning away to grab the broom and sweep the area once more before they turn on the lights. "Besides. You look fine." He continues. "Elf shit."
Did he look okay? He double checked the reflection, trying to see how he properly looked.
He chuckled a small bit at Beau's comment, rolling his eyes in an attempt at playing it off. It did boost his confident a slight bit, but the sting of old memories still haunted his expression. "Yeah, yeah, elf shit... dumbass."
"Put your hair up. It'll get into the coffee." Beau's gruff, monotone voice calls from the front. They're leaning on the counter thirty minutes before open.
@beau-has-no-regards
"Alright, alright, just give me a minute." They can hear him half-heartedly grumble. He quickly looked around for a hair tie before poking his head out to catch Beau's eye.
"You uh– know where a tie is? Can't really, y'know, put it up if I don't have one." He chuckled, giving them an awkward grin.
There's a long suffering sigh.
"Should have some in the fuckin' bathroom.." They mumble as Beau immediately heads upstairs. About maybe two minutes later, he comes back. "Siddown. I'll do it."
Just as Beau told him to, Adam sits down, making sure to tip his head down to make it even easier for them.
"I know how to tie my hair," He grumbled, though he still let them do it, "could've just given me it."
"It's a scrunchie." They tell him matter of fact-ly. "You don't know how to put your hair into a scrunchie." Adam can feel his hair being pulled out of his face in an almost uncharacteristically gentle way. Beau threads their fingers through his roommate's curls, their short-bitten nails scratching against Adam's scalp. It takes about maybe one minute, but it feels like around five. Then he can see himself in the espresso machine's shiny exterior. The hair that is up is in a bun... In a fucking pokemon scrunchie.
"I could figure it out–" He started, but quickly quieted down. Adam ever so slightly leaned into the touch, their nails feeling a tad nice against his scalp.
He blinked at his reflection, brows furrowing as he faintly scowled. "Is that a fucking–"
There was a bitterness in his mouth at the sight. Not cause of the scrunchie; that was nothing, he'd worn things much more embarrassing before. It was too close to how he used to look. Before everything went so wrong with him. Before he ruined everything with his friends.
Adam shook his head, glancing back towards Beau. "Really?" He forced himself to seem annoyed about that, rather than the actual problem.
