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Thankfully Cyrusâ situational awareness had gotten better after all the people heâd allowed to collide with him out on the streets over the last month. Not this time goddamit. Not this time. âHey!â Heâd reached out an arm to grab the otherâs shoulder, stopping short. Warrenâs own arm moved up in a mirror his his movement. âTime to wake up Warren, mate.â He let the other male head to the coffee maker, holding his own cup of black coffee, watching the other man. âYou alright there?â He crooked up an eyebrow at the reply, âApparently. Sorry to hear. I prefer great nights that turn into rough mornings if I have to chose.â
âTryinâ to.â After the coffee was poured, Warren went about the usual preparations. Of course he could drink coffee black, heâd done so for at least a decade before becoming a vampire. But time had been kind to his dear caffeine and with the inventions of all of the âatosâ and âchinnoâs on menus, heâd gotten pretty adventurous. Which meant he got excited to see 700 different sweetener packets and coffee creamers. With the fridge open and his eyes darting between the English toffee (a classic) and peppermint mocha (the only festive choice as far as he was concerned), he let out a soft chuckle at his coworkerâs comment. âYeah, Iâm fine. Headâs in the clouds, what else is new.â Grabbing the peppermint and straightening up, he added (probably a bit too much) to his cup before putting the bottle back in the fridge and closing the door with his foot. âI think weâre supposed to be hoping for âsilent nightsâ in these trying times.â Stirring the creamer in with one of those cute little straws in the box beside the sweetenerâs, he couldnât help but give just a little bit of a smile at his own joke.Â













