RaphMazinates4
"I tried to pawn you off to my new roommate," I said, sitting down at the counter with a tiny sulk. Mister Loew stiffened. Even if just for a moment. Likely to check that really no one else was here right now. Then he turned and handed me my usual coffee: "For the dude accusing me of seeing nothing but a sex object in you, this was... awkward. Hello Mazin, I hope you are having a nice day!" I huffed. And took the tiniest sip of coffee, then I said: "... see, I have no problem in getting to know people."
He continued to clean the coffee maker then: "You know? I am listening, you'll alert me if you actually want participation in this monologue" It was just as well, I did feel sulky, so I said: "You, for example, are a stickler for rules. You keep things nice and tidy and orderly. You think a job well done is worth it. You like when people listen and think they should listen to you. You have a certain authority, you like to exert it, but are tired of it at the end of the day. You need someone to command you around a little, someone to please. You want a real relationship... and you are quite sexually repressed" He cleared his throat there: "I can throw you out, you know?" "But in a cute way. Very interesting when you get experimental," I shrugged, easily. And the tip of his ears grew darker. Difficult to see with his complexion, but I got some experience. But now he decided to get mean: "... I can put salt in your coffee" Which was fair. "So, well, my roommate is also a stickler for rules! And he does commandeer people in certain areas. And he is nothing but polite to my lady guests, never flirts back when they see him in the morning, all impeccable and gentlemanly. So I suggested you, because... as I told you just now, that might have worked!" He lifted and shook the salt a little. "Anyway. He was not interested, but insisted I put the cleaning schedule back where I found it, told me he appreciates your sense of order, did remember you" Henoch nodded: "He is a respectable young man" "You appreciate quite a few not-respectable features of young m-NOnonoono, not the coffee! I'll shut up!" I pulled it towards me when he approached it, bringing crystalline doom to my beverage. Holding the cup close to my chest, I huffed: "He never sleeps and he cleans up messes and he's polite and he studies all the time and he eats whatever I give him without complaint and he's just... there. He doesn't give me a hard time, ever. It's just easy to live with him. And if I try to give him a little bit of a hard time, it barely affects him" A button is pressed and the machine starts to make the huffing noises it does when cleaning itself. He turned around and looked at me for a moment: "You're mad that you don't get a rise out of him" "It's fun to rile people up! And you get to know them better!" I might have gotten a little agitated, there, but ended with just a tiny grumble. Henoch was way too amused: "Well, he apparently gets a rise out of you" "... it's frustrating. He gets a little terse sometimes, sure, but nothing flusters him and nothing actually agitates him. He's just... there. Like a robot," and it was annoying. My barista had sat down now (sans salt-weapon) and nursed his own tea, looking at me patiently. I looked back, getting more annoyed by the second. After a long sip, he finally said: "Oh! I can talk now?" Well, I had that one coming, didn't I? After one more pause, he said, after clearing his thought: "He was a very sensible and friendly young man when I met him. Very polite, too. He told me of some concerns and specifically requested the upmost floor, was delighted when there was a space in your flat. So... make of that what you will. But how about your talk to him? He doesn't see like an unreasonable person and that much frustration can not be good for you" I stared at him: "... you would like me some more frustra-NO!" I stared at the poor coffee in my hands. "There. Have a very *sweet* day, so you can calm down. And not bother any innocent bystanders too much" Maybe I deserved my sweetened coffee. Maybe. "Thanks" "See you later. Maybe," he had the audacity to smirk at me. ... I probably did need to talk to my roommate.














