a cuppa joe, please | closed rp - nanopianos
The teenager has a slender figure and a uniform two sizes too big. Sleep deprived with the only thing having him function is his mug of java (which sadly, was only half filled -- he’ll need to get another cup soon). Tweek’s breath was slow and raspy, for every second he tried not to sleep came an audible groan occupying weariness.
What a shame that despite all the coffee he loves, he cannot love his job as a barista.
Each passing day is a routine to his mind, he does the same thing all over. The only excitable parts of his days were when he’d have to write down the names of people, and they’d give answers such as ‘Beyoncé’ or ‘Hinata Shouyou’.
Tweek had a pretty weak sense of humour, it seems. He didn’t care, the cheesy writings were to work for at least.
Though on rare occasions where he’s psyched, Tweek realises -- embarrassingly -- that it was those days when Craig stopped by that made the job worthwhile. He’d play off as cool, composed, levelheaded, but would fail with a dead giveaway of a smile.
How frustrating, and it feels like this moment will inevitably end up as those days too.
Presently, Tweek’s nearly done with the last order of café au lait; spots his boyfriend (could he even call Craig that? Their relationship isn’t too well established) and now he wants to turn away and pretend he’s busy with something, anything, as long as it keeps the other away from him.
The blond still isn’t used to seeing Tucker enter his family’s shop. It gave off that strangely domestic feeling and oh man, that’s pretty damn gay.
“Ah, hey,’’ Tweek turns around eventually, because he’s left with no choice. “Here to order anything, or did you simply come here to-- uh, stare?’’
