nicoxdelgado:
Snickering at the way that Dex mimicked his expression, Nico shook his head at the question he was asked. “Just herb water. Only time I ever use the word herb is… not like that.” He snorted out another chuckle, grinning. “I didn’t watch it, I just had friends who talked about it at home, god.” He laughed. Not that it was an exponentially important detail to be caught on about anyway. He had to press his lips together to conceal some of the widened, amused grin that threatened to spread across his face at the joking glare sent his way while Dexter spoke. “Maybe I like a lot of caffeine and super harsh flavor. Maybe that’s what I need in my life. You keep your leaf water, I’ll keep my bean water. We’re square.” His sentence was punctuated with a click of his tongue. “We can disagree on drinks all day, it’s when food comes in that you could catch me beginning to lose my shit, alright.”
Dexter let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head at the other man. “I’m familiar with multiple types of herbs, thank you very much.” He smoked weed almost as often as he drank tea. There was always some bud stashed away in his room, hidden among the rest of his eclectic items. He shrugged, a smile clear across his face, “Well I don’t know, bud! I’m not much for television anyway.” Free hand moving up towards Nico’s face, he poked playfully at his lips, “Why would you ever need that in your life? Are you a masochist or something? Agree to disagree though, I’ll take it.” Dex smirked, sizing him up as he thought about his next words, “A hotdog is just a sandwich and a pop tart is just a ravioli.”
