[BRYNN] Me, My Pajamas, and Latte

[Bently Witte]

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Deathbucks Cafe. The name of the shop amused Bently to no end, not that he would tell anyone. It was a stupid amusement, like when you see something stupid and you can't help but laugh. That's what the name of the cafe in Death City did to Bently. It was just... Stupid. They couldn't have thought up a better name for it than 'Deathbucks'? Why make an obvious parody of the well known Starbucks?

Bently shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, marching steadily into the cafe. He didn't have his headphones with him that day, mainly because he didn't feel like getting dressed. Hence the pajamas he was in. He'd even slacked off on his shoes, putting on some plain converse rather than his usual platform shoes. He was feeling lazy and slacking that day. But on the bright side, he had grabbed his wallet.

Eyes on the ground, Bently walked into the cafe. He didn't want to look at people. He hated people. People sucked. He was only there because he wanted some coffee. Bently glanced up briefly to make sure he wasn't cutting in line or about to run into someone and he hopped in line. His eyes stayed on the ground until it was his turn. Bently glanced up quickly at the menu before he ordered, "Pumpkin Pie Latte, please." He pulled out his wallet and slapped down the required bills and waited his turn to get his latte.

His latte in hand a few minutes later, Bently turned on his heel, only to slip on the dragging heel of his pajama pants. And Bently and his latte went down, the latte all over Bently and the floor. The faux-blond sat there, in a puddle of spilled latte, stunned. "Fuck," he cursed, trying to get up. He slipped on some of the spilled latte and crashed back to the floor, his elbow smacking harshly against the store tile.

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[Brynn Faolain]

Brynn stretched, pushing his shoulders back and rolling them around. Wishing he had gotten more sleep, he figured he might as well grab something on the way to work.

Whats near here... he thought, thinking of his route down to the little workshop in the artists quarter. He had a bag over one shoulder full of papers and some hand tools he had gotten to replace worn items in the wood shop. He remembered there was a Deathbucks on the way. Not his favorite but he should at least be able to get something palatable. Should be just around this... HA! he was right, of course. wandering the old roads around his dad's when he was young made him remember those kinds of things.

Brynn digs in his pocket to find his wallet, not looking where he's going. He almost walks right into the front door of the shop. maybe i should look where I'm walking Opening the door, he enters the cafe, taking in a big whiff of Coffee, pastries, and tea. And just in time to hear an emphatic "FUCK" from the young man sitting in a puddle of coffee. he stops and looks down at him. Don't i know him? he looks real familiar Brynn thinks, a puzzled look on his face

[Bently Witte]

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Bently groaned as pain exploded in his elbow. Why did he have to take a tumble today? The ever anti-social Bently had to cause a mess in a public place. He couldn't have done this in his room back at the school. No way. He had to do it in a public place where people could see him and laugh at him.

Bently huffed as he lay in a puddle of his latte. Where were the damn workers? You would think that someone would come to help him and offer him another latte free so he wouldn't sue. But no, no one came to help him. Stupid. Rude. I hate this place, Bently thought to himself as he tried to get up again. He slipped once more and landed harshly back on the floor. He laid there for a moment before he noticed a redhead standing near him.

"Joy," Bently muttered, staring at the upside-down figure of the redhead. He knew the boy from somewhere. But where...? Well, obviously school. "Hey," Bently said aloud to the guy, "you go to the DWMA, right?" Well, he might as well just carry on a conversation like his elbow and shoulders weren't bruised and like he wasn't laying in a puddle of slowly cooling latte.

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[Brynn Faolain]

oh. duh. class. "yeah, Brynn Faolain. do you normaly roll around on the floor in coffee, or would you rather i gave you a hand?" he reaches down to help him up. "whats your name again?" poor guy, getting covered in hot coffee just isnt on my list of "fun things to do in my pajamas"

[Bently Witte]

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Brynn Faolain... Well, just because the name wasn't completely familiar didn't mean Bently didn't recognize him. Maybe from training? Bently sometimes had to go to the dojo to remind Hugh that he had to eat dinner some time. Maybe that's where he'd seen Brynn. Ugh. His p.js were getting soggy. He needed to get up.

"I always make a point to roll around in coffee," Bently deadpanned, reaching up to take Brynn's proffered hand. He groaned and pulled himself up, glad when he didn't slip again in is latte. "I think they owe me a new latte... maybe I should ask..." he trailed off and sighed, shaking his head. He cringed as the wet ends of his hair hit his face. "Oh," he muttered. "I'm Bently Witte. Thank you for helping me up." He looked down at his feet and resisted the urge to groan. His shoes were soaked and getting cold. Gross.

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[Brynn Faolain]

"ha, i think you might like it better if you drink it, Bentley." Brynn grinned as Bentley looked himself over. he makes me feel positively massive, skinny little guy "how're you feeling, that looked like it hurt. maybe a new coffee would cheer you up, as long as you don't throw it at yourself again?" he walks up to the counter "can i get a black tea, plain, to go and whatever he ordered, again?" he nods over his shoulder as he says it. he glances at Bentley "if that's alright, of course."

[Bently Witte]

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Bently raised an eye brow at Brynn. "You think so?" he asked in monotone. "I've never actually tried drinking coffee. I prefer to wear it. I think it's going to be a new fashion." Wow. Bently was proud of himself. Here he was, having a conversation with someone who he vaguely knew from school and Bently was actually managing some banter. If Bently hadn't actual woken up that morning (very reluctantly), he would have to wonder if this little coffee shop interaction was a dream

The short faux-blond peered at Brynn, a blank expression in his eyes. "I'm fine. Coupla bruises, nothing I can't suffer through. Thanks..." He bit his bottom lip and nodded shyly when Brynn mentioned a new coffee, as long as he didn't throw it on himself. As if. He was surprised, though, when Brynn went and ordered at the counter. He opened his mouth to object but his head was already nodding in agreement for him, so he snapped his jaw shut. Free drinks; he couldn't argue with that.

"I need a towel," he muttered, more to himself than Brynn or anyone else. His clothes were starting to get uncomfortably cold and he didn't want to walk back to the school in wet clothes. "Do you know if there's a good clothing shop in the mall?" Bently asked Brynn abrutply. He'd rather just get new clothes than towel off slightly. Maybe Brynn would know. Bently hadn't been in Death City for more than six months, after all, and didn't know it thatwell.

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[Brynn Faolain]

Brynn laughed at Bently's reply. He's funny. Sarcastic, but funny. Their order came up fairly quick, maybe they felt bad. sipping at his tea and handing the new coffee to Bently,, he paid for their drinks. "whoa that's hot!" he says as he blows on his tea. "well. what kind of clothes do you like? your pajamas aren't exactly a good show of what you like to wear outside school. but there has to be SOME place down in the Death Mall."

[Bently Witte]

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Bently bit his lip when Brynn laughed at what he said. Was he laughing at what Bently said or just at the faux-blond himself? If only Bently could read. It wasn't fair. Plus it stressed him out needlessly. Stupid being anti-social, stupid being self-conscious.

The blond awkwardly took the cup of latte from Brynn and nodded his head in thanks. He didn't know what else to do. Not even his partner was this nice. No time to think of Hugh. He had to keep his mind on the present, not speculating on other people. That got him in a load of trouble. Bently calmly sipped at his fresh latte, still dripping icky, cooling latte. He needed new clothes, straight away. When Brynn exclaimed about his drink being hot, Bently couldn't help but crac a smile.

"Did you think your tea would be cold?" he teased, surprising himself. He found himself quite comfortable in Brynn's presence, which was odd. Bently wasn't comfortable around anyone unless he'd known them for years. When Brynn asked about the kinds of clothes he liked, Bently actually had to think about it. As bad as it sounded, he fit into a lot of the clothes he used to wear in middle school, although most of them consisted of baggy sweatshirts and skinny jeans. "Um..." He hesitated. "I don't know? I wear anything, I guess... But today I just wanted comfort..." He looked down at his latte and his shoes, not knowing what else to say. He just wanted lazy day type clothes but he felt weird saying that. Well, any clothes would be fine, as long as they didn't smell like latte or feel soggy and gross.

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[Brynn Faolain]

"well, i suppose i could have ordered it iced... i didn't even think of it" replied Brynn, seemingly oblivious to Bently's witty reply. He doesn't like to answer questions does he... huh. "well hey, i'm heading down to the mall anyways, i needed to go by work. if you want to walk that way you can go to the department store. they have so much stuff there has got to be something you would wear." Brynn offers. he's starting to fidget, realizing he's standing around talking with a sulky classmate who's covered in what smells like pumpkin coffee. If this isn't a weird way to get to know a classmate, i don't know what is. He awkwardly shifts the leather satchel around on his shoulder, making it clank.

[Bently Witte]

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Bently rolled his eyes as his sarcasm went right over Brynn's head. He was in no mood to explain that he was being sarcastic, though. His clothes were suddenly starting to stick to him and the smell of skin and pumpkin was permeating the air in an almost nauseating way. Shivering slightly, Bently sipped at his latte. Was there a draft or was he just that cold? Stupid latte with it's stupid spilling and his stupid pajamas. Stupid things.

The faux-blond peered through his lashes up at Brynn when he mentioned going to the mall. Well, at least he would have some temporary company and wouldn't look like a total freak walking to the mall sopping wet and smelling weird. Another set of shivers wracked Bently's body and he nodded mutely in answer to Brynn.

"Sure," he murmured. "The department store. Let's g-g-g-go." His teeth chattered slightly and he suddenly wished he'd brought a jacket for this winter weather. In Bently's defense, he hadn't thought he would be gone longer than 15 minutes at the most. Stupid, stupid latte. He grumbled to himself and turned, walking slowly to the door of the cafe. He glanced over his shoulder and said dryly to Brynn, "Coming?"

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[Brynn Faolain]

"Yeah, sure im coming" said Brynn, sipping his tea. he must be cold, at least it isn't too far to the mall area. "its not far! i walk this way fairly often. my apartment is up the street." he started walking up towards the mall district. Bently must feel pretty silly covered in coffee, i know i would. "so, what classes are you in anyways? i don't really see you often" He inquired, still sipping at his tea. it was steaming still

[Bently Witte]

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Bently waited for Brynn to catch up to him and then he proceeded to follow the other boy out the door, trying to match his gait with the taller boy's. Bently wasn't wearing his platforms that day, so he was significantly shorter (significantly being about four inches) than usual. His platforms put him at 5'3". He caught up to Brynn and quickly matched his step so he wouldn't fall behind again and glanced up at the taller teen's face for a moment before sipping at his latte to stall before answering.

"My homeroom is 237 and I only take creative writing, Krav Maga, and government..." Bently trailed off as his speech was prone to and he took a large gulp of his latte, coughing slightly after he swallowed. That kinda burned. He shivered and took another drink, hoping it would warm him up. "What... um... What classes do you have?" He picked at the lid of his latte for a second, dropping his gaze. Bently was not used to social interaction, no matter how at ease Brynn's presence made him feel.

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[Brynn Faolain]

Brynn looked down as Bently answered, realizing even at his average height he fairly well towered over him. no wonder he's shy and sarcastic with everyone. i bet he gets ignored a lot. not that he would have anyone think he minds. Brynn thinks. "yeah, pretty typical huh? Im in Religions and cultures, a couple different combat classes, math. hate that one. Oh, and homeroom #137." Brynn replied, not being used to being the talkative one. they'd gotten a couple of blocks up the road,

[Bently Witte]

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Bently sipped at his latte and shivered again. The damn mall needed to be closer to the school than it was. Maybe that's why Brynn picked working at the mall, though. He did say his apartment was close by. Bently took another gulp of his latte, savoring the pumpkin flavor.

"Religions and cultures?" Bently asked in surprise, looking up at Brynn. His eyes were wide, displaying his curiosity. Bently had wanted to take religion -it fascinated him. But he had too many credits for his grade so the school board limited him to three electives. That was when he'd had to make a choice. "I wanted to take religion... But I had to choose between government and religion."

He sighed and finished off his latte, revelling at the brief warmth it sent through his body. "Obviously I ended up choosing government. But I really wish I had been able to take religion too. Is religions and cultures fun?" Bently glanced down at his empty latte cup, realizing he'd been talking quite a bit. He chewed on his bottom lip and resolved to stop talking too much. He didn't want to hear his own voice, at all. Accepting his resolve, Bently looked back up at Brynn, hoping that the redhead wouldn't ask why he took government instead of religion. He didn't want to explain that he took government so he could see Death the Kid slightly more frequently.

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