indcstructiblehulk:
“oh- i’m sorry about that. just let me move some of this,” he responded, nervous and speaking way too fast he hurried to move his belongings closer to himself. when blake had arrived at the coffee shop, he’d been alone, and he’d taken over a rather large table in order to spread out his work. but as the need for space increased, he relinquished some of his table. “there you go! it’s all yours!”
nikki shushed him almost immediately. the problem wasn’t that he was talking so much as it was that he was too peppy, and, well... “i’m way too hungover for this shit.” ‘this shit’ being... general human niceness. she wasn’t a complicated gal. “are you done with that?” she didn’t gesture towards his cup of cold coffee so much as she reached straight for it, snagging it and taking a gulp before he could ANSWER.















