6. “I like my coffee dark and bitter - like my soul.”
"Ah, so no milk or sugar then?" Samandriel gave Adam a lopsided smile. "I don't think your soul is that dark and bitter though." He wasn't sure if Adam was being angsty or just dramatic.
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6. “I like my coffee dark and bitter - like my soul.”
"Ah, so no milk or sugar then?" Samandriel gave Adam a lopsided smile. "I don't think your soul is that dark and bitter though." He wasn't sure if Adam was being angsty or just dramatic.
coffee (( This going to be so funny XD ))
Moo-Nay? did someone seriously name you “money?”
Coffee!
Frag, you’ve all got to speak up because I don’t think “Thong Swarm Time” is right...
coffee
Ummmmmm...I know, this has GOT to be wrong...
Cock Wafer?
♨ (Surprise me.)
For mine to accidentally burn yours with coffee.
He wasn’t entirely sure what happened. Then again, he was pretty useless without some form of stimulation. Said stimulation usually came in the form of some (un)holy creation Wheeljack managed to engineer off of what the humans dubbed “coffee.” Needless to say, it became an instant hit.
It was also good on the Special Ops missions that required one to go without recharge for an indefinite amount of time. At least, not a proper one. So the little yellow spy sat in a ventilation unit, sleepily observing Decepticons with a thermos of the stuff in his hand. That is, until his lazy swishing of it suddenly got a little too violent and caused half the liquid to spill out of the grating. There wasn’t much he could do aside from watch in horror as the hot beverage landed on, not a Seeker, but the freaking Leader of the Decepticons.
“I’m dead,” he mumbled, immediately subspacing the thermos and try his best to speedily crawl away from the room. “I’m so fragging dead. And if I’m not, Jazz is gonna laugh his aft off.”