“That’s a fucking blessing if I’ve ever heard of one,” Galileo turned to the other, not envious, but curious as to the rare select few in the world that didn’t like coffee. “There need to be more people like you in the world, that way it shortens coffee lines so my drink doesn’t get fucking cold.” There was also the benefit of saving money, but Galileo didn’t care about that. They could just try and rob another bank, see if Lux was down for their old Bonnie and Clyde moments. “It wasn’t worth the hassle, four bucks down the drain with the coffee. Plus, it didn’t feel like the time and place. Cops, the lot of them were getting their donuts and coffee. You gotta make a scene where you’re least likely to be pinned against the wall with handcuffs twisted on your wrists.”
“Because I don’t care for coffee...?” The statement made him a bit curious. Surfacers were certainly a strange kind. Even after spending more time around them, he was no closer to figuring them out. “I suppose your reasoning is sound.” He thought the world could benefit from having more people like him simply because he thought he was so much better than most people. Murchadh shook his head. “I fail to see the appeal of being handcuffed by them. It’d be more embarrassing than anything else considering they can’t do their jobs well enough to do anything about the crime around here.”