petitlionfidele:
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Trip hated days like this, days where there was nothing to do but sit around and do paperwork, or watch a movie or show. Nothing physical to do, at least. It was too hot outside for that. And while he wasn’t against doing some things inside, he much preferred being outside.
But Virus always provided a distraction, even when he was doing nothing interesting. Trip knew he was in the living room, had heard him making tea earlier. Knowing Virus, he was drinking it without milk or sugar. Which went completely against everything Trip stood for, and he never let Virus go a cup of tea without telling him so.
Without a word to alert Virus that he was coming, Trip wandered into the living room and leaned over the back of Virus’ seat, resting his chin on the elder’s shoulder. “You need to learn to like milk, at least. I don’t know how you stand it without anything.”
Tea.
Not exactly his preferred cup of choice, but it was caffeinated and would keep him attentive. Strange, really, that he needed this. Normally the blond would relax with a glass of wine, but a sudden influx in paper work, it actually caught something in him and had him on edge.
Unsettling, naturally, to be unsettled from the constant stream of things. His usual cold, unfeeling exterior was shattering from the inside out, but not far out enough to crack his features from the calm, content face displayed. Upturned lip corners, relaxed eyes, brows cocked with enough interest to continue working on the papers before him.
Sip.
Sip.
Clink.
Placing the cup back on the table, there was a shift. A shift in atmosphere alerting the man to a presence. No one else was in the home aside from him and... Trip.
The head on his shoulder as he leaned back in his seat was a familiar pressure by now -- it wasn’t uncommon for the younger to invade his personal space from time to time. This moment was no different.
“I enjoy tea for it’s fundamental base. I don’t need artificial sweetening for my drinks, or anything else generally, unlike you.” Raising a hand without even looking to the side, he planted a hard flick to the younger’s forhead.
