Sep 12, 2024
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Scott mentioned he's a bit chilly and Mumbo gives him his big cosy hoodie to wear
Pirozhki date <3
Aka I read @soemthingsparkly 's HCC fanfic and I got obsessed with Mumbo/Scott because of it. Two versions cause I like to think Scott begged Mumbo to sign it once he found out about it so that he can show it off to everyone.
If you haven't read the fic, GO READ IT NOW. THIS IS NOT A REQUEST BUT A THREAT!!! RAHHHH
Say has any of the hcc gone camping or hiking before? if so what is it like?
Tango: Oh, we had a JC hike after our final exams in fourth year!
Tango: There's a mountain range not too far from here and the six of us climbed it and camped out overnight.
Zedaph: Oh yeah, that was a brilliant trip.
Zedaph: In hindsight, probably wasn't a great idea for Scar, but Impulse and Skizz did a couple of piggy backs along the way.
Tango: Yeah... I'm not sure it was a supreme idea all considered, but to be fair, I'm not sure any of us would've talked Scar out of it once it was mentioned.
Zedaph: True...
Zedaph: Mumbo got some good shots, too. He hung back to take some photos, but I think it was just an excuse to let Scar rest, honestly.
Zedaph: Which was nice of him.
Tango: Yeah, totally.
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Mumbo: The hiking trip?
Mumbo: Well, not entirely, I'd been getting back into photography a bit anyway.
Mumbo: Did stopping mean Scar could take some weight off his knees for a bit? Sure, but was it on purpose?
Mumbo: ...
Mumbo: ...
Mumbo: Listen, I don't think he should've been up there in the first place, frankly, but the guy wants to live his life, so...
Mumbo: [shrugs]
Mumbo: And anyway, it was a two man tent, what would I have done with just the one of me?
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Scott: ...
Scott: oh.
Scott: oh my god.
Joel: what?
Joel: what, Scott?
Scott: Nothing.
Joel: Hardly!
Scott: No, it's fine, don't worry. Nothing.
Scott: It's nothing.
Joel: ...
Joel: will you tell me out of the interview?
Scott: ...
Scott: Maybe.
Scott: Come here.
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[Interviewer's note: Scott then proceeded to then drag Joel away by the arm. Apparently we aren't privy to that information. God, you start a journalism career and then suddenly everybody wants to speak "off the record." Sigh. Maybe I should've gone into the copper trade like dad wanted.]
Gotta know, what are the brits favourite type of tea?
Martyn: flat British breakfast cuppa for myself, obviously. A little bit of milk and two spoons of sugar and Bob's your uncle.
BigB: I can respect that, but I'ma bit of a fancy boy, myself. I like a nice roobis tea, but it can't be over-brewed.
Martyn: Oh, ark at 'ee, he is a fancy boy.
BigB: I am, I am.
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Lizzie: Oh, there's this raspberry and lemon tea that we sometimes get at the shop, if we're feeling proper spenny.
Lizzie: Sometimes I'll get some fresh mint from this little herb garden we have on the windowsill and brew it up in a pot and all and it's proper good, it is.
Joel: Yeah, it's pretty good, bit too fruity for me, of course, but I don't mind it every now and again.
Lizzie: Yeah and it really depends on whether or not we've killed the herb garden, too. It's about a fifty-fifty on whether it's dead or not.
Joel: Yeah, we're a bit shocking at plants, to be fair.
Lizzie: What's your favourite, Joel?
Joel: Oh, Yorkshire biscuit tea, mate. Bloody lush, it is.
Lizzie: Yeah, and no actual biscuits in it either.
Joel: Yeah, that bloody gluten can fuck right off, it can.
Lizzie: [lifts fists in a fighting pose] back off gluten, or we'll give you some of this!
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Mumbo: Oh, earl grey, I reckon.
Scott: And nobody is surprised about that.
Mumbo: Oi! What's that supposed to mean?
Scott: You're such an Earl Grey drinker!
Mumbo: I'm not sure what you're implying, there, Scott. Nothing wrong with Earl Grey.
Scott: [laughing] I didn't say there was, I just said I'm not surprised you drink it.
Mumbo: Alright then, Mr Judgemental, what's your favourite tea, then?
Scott: Peppermint.
Mumbo: Oh, big surprise there.
Scott: [gasps] and what does that mean?
Mumbo: It means whatever you think Earl Grey means!
Scott: Mumbo!
Interviewer's note: The two continue to bicker, following this part of the interview so we decided to cut the clip here. Like, seriously. Get a room.
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Jimmy: G, what's your favourite?
Grian: Uh, I don't know. Anything really?
Jimmy: Oh, come on, there's got to be something you like best. What's your go-to in the cupboard?
Grian: Uh... I guess just a normal tea?
Jimmy: Like a breakfast tea?
Grian: Yeah, sure.
Jimmy: That's cool! Simple and easy. I like it.
Jimmy: My favourite is Ice Cream tea.
Grian: You... what?
Jimmy: Ice Cream tea! I tried it once in this tiny little cafe in this tiny little seaside town me and Scott went to once and it was so good dude.
Jimmy: I bought like 2 boxes of the stuff.
Jimmy: It's so fricking good, dude, but it sucks cause I'm nearly out and I literally cannot remember the name of the cafe.
Grian: Huh. Weird.
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Scott: The Ice Cream tea? Oh yeah, Jim loves the stuff.
Scott: He's almost out now.
Scott: ...
Scott: Don't tell him, but I called the shop a month or so ago and have some on order for his birthday.
Scott: Actually, I guess it was several months ago now. It was before we stopped speaking...
Scott: Well, anyway, come February, he'll have some more, so...
Scott: Yep.
We know the staffs favorite drinks, but what about friends of the staff and the brits?
Skizz: Oh! Not to be too much of a fancy pants about it, but I'm quite the fan of a cappuccino, extra chocolate.
Tango: Pfft, don't let the working class hear you say that or they'll riot.
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Martyn: Just a good old British cuppa' tea for me, thank you very much. None of that mocha-cino malarky for me.
Joel: Yeah, I just drink black coffee, obviously.
Lizzie: Mmm, okay, then why do you always order a caramel frappe whenever we go out?
Joel: SHUT UP, LIZZIE.
Joel: At least I'm not one of those weirdos that likes a strawberry matcha. Who adds strawberry to their matcha?
Lizzie: The woman who's about to become your ex-wife, it seems!
Joel: Lizzie! You can't keep holding our marriage hostage to get me to agree with you!
Lizzie: ...
Martyn: Yeah, but you know she can, don't you?
Joel: Well!
Joel: I wish she wouldn't!
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Jimmy: Ever since Tango first made me that honeycomb mocha that time I came in too early for Grian's shift, it's basically all I can think about nowadays.
Scott: Oh, the honeycomb mocha is the all you can think about, is it?
Jimmy: Yeah, it is!
Scott: ...
Jimmy: What?
Jimmy: What's that face for?
Scott: What face? I only have the one face, Jimmy.
Jimmy: Scott, what are you–
Scott: For me, it's black coffee, the stronger the better.
Jimmy: Hey, nononono, don't you distract me with you and your caffeine problems, cause you know how I feel about that.
Jimmy: Which, by the way, I've been meaning to say– No, wait, Scott, wait, come back!
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BigB: My favourite drink is whatever Mumbo's beautiful moustache makes me.
Mumbo: [pats BigB's shoulder]
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Gem: I change with the seasons. Some days I'm all about the vanilla lattes, other days I just want something super sweet and chocolatey.
Gem: It's hard to pin down, to be honest.
Pearl: Except for pumpkin spiced latte season, though.
Gem: Oh, well yeah, I mean, come on Pearl.
Gem: You know I'm a pumpkin spice girlie through and through, it's just not available all year because someone in head office clearly hates me.
Pearl: In the head office of all coffee shops, you mean? Even The Hermit? The independent coffee shop where our friends work?
Gem: It's a conspiracy, Pearl!
Pearl: ...
Pearl: Well I won't drink anything weaker than a cortado, personally.
Gem: [slams hands on the table] A conspiracy, I tell you!
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Etho: I'm kinda partial to a green smoothie.
Cub: I tend to have a flat white.
Etho: Cub! Don't you count as staff, though?
Cub: Yeah, but the interviewer forgot me last time.
Etho: Oh, snap, that's pretty rude.
Cub: Indeed it was, indeed it was.
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Interviewer's note: ...Yeah that was my bad.
Hey Scott? Do yourself a favor and get some fucking therapy!
-💜
Jimmy: Okay, first of all–
Scott: Jimmy, stop. It's fine. It's fine.
Jimmy: I'm not gonna let people just talk to you like that.
Scott: Jimmy.
Jimmy: I just...
Scott: You don't have to jump to my defence like that. I'm a big boy. I can handle it. I'm okay.
Jimmy: But–
Scott: Jim. You're not my boyfriend anymore, remember?
Jimmy: ... Yeah. Sorry.
Scott: It's okay. We're okay, yeah?
Jimmy: Yeah. We're okay.
Scott: Good.
Jimmy: [nods] Good.
hey scott! what’s ur favorite ice cream flavor
Scott: Mmm...
Jimmy: Dude, it's popcorn. Why are you hesitating?
Scott: ...
Scott: I... what?
Jimmy: You had it in that Italian ice cream place, remember?
Scott: Yeah, just... I'm surprised you remember.
Jimmy: What? You think I'm gonna forget your favourite ice cream flavour because we've been broken up for a couple months?
Jimmy: Silly man.
Scott: Mh. Right. Yeah. Silly man.
Friends of Grian, do you ever look at him or talk to him and need to pause the interaction briefly because if you don't you may find yourself with a fist in his face?
Joel: Oh yeah, big time.
Joel: Sometimes he just walks into my field of vision and I often think I'd like to put my fist where the sun don't shine.
Scott: ... Sorry, what?
Joel: Like, I'd punch him in the butt.
Scott: ... I bet he'd hate that.
Joel: Yeah, tell me about it. I've got a massive fist, too, so it'd be extra painful. You know what they say about big hands, Scott?
Scott: By all means, Joel, enlighten me.
Joel: Big gloves, innit.
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Lizzie: And you just let him keep talking?
Scott: It's not my fault your husband has homoerotic tendencies.
Lizzie: Ugh, he really does, doesn't he?
Lizzie: I attract you all, like a bunch of flies and honey, don't I?
Scott: ... You're as bad as each other, Lizzie!
Lizzie: Wait, what did I say?