fiddlestick | Class VII Text Group @ recolle

...Kinda like that old Genesis game, isn't it? ...I can work with it.

[Oh, man, are they? That kind of sucks for the employees. They'll have to be sure not to cause too much of a hassle.]

Yeah, that's fine with me. And sure you did, Crow... but yeah, no problem. I won't even count it toward your tab. Holiday spirit.

I can get you, too, Elliot, if you want. Penance for waking you

thanks rean. thats really nice of you.

[In return he won't ask how the heck you can be so perky at this hour in the morning. It's unnatural]

ok. ill meet you guys there in about 30 mins?

Any similarities in name meaning are strictly coincidence so you can't sue me, SEGA And it's true! All I've got is enough for the laundromat!

[Sorry Elliot, Crow would normally sleep later but its CHRISTMAS.]

Cool! I'll meet you guys there! Whoever's first gets to save us a booth

Enough for the laundromat, huh? Well, hopefully that means you won't be scamming quarters off your underclassmen in this lifetime, too...

[Ah, inside memory jokes.]

Sounds like a plan. I'll bring the gift you dropped off as well, Crow, then we can open everything at once

[Scamming quarters? If he wasn't dead tired, he'd probably question this. But as it was]

yeah and order some coffees too!

[because lets face it, it'll be Rean. It'll totally be Rean who gets there first, the sick perky boy

But whatever, he puts away his phone and goes to drag himself out of bed.]

It's not a 'scam', Rean You're just mean

[But yes! With the plan now a go, he'll drop the conversation there and jog towards the McDonald's Elliot had decided as their meeting spot. Thankfully (or unthankfully), it was open on Christmas Day, and Crow smiles and thanks them when he walks in. After all, it's people like them that let the world keep working when the rest sleep the morning away.]

"Borrow" means you're going to give it right back, you know!

[But yes, okay, getting going. Rean carefully places his gifts (and the one in his mailbox) into his backpack and heads out to the Secret Hideout.

He arrives only a minute after Crow, sighing in mock disappointment when he sees the white-haired man.]

Ah, well... how long did you beat me by?

Merry Christmas, by the way.

Hmm?

[Crow turns his head, the smile forming on his lips when he sees Rean approaching.]

Me? Oh I've been here forever. Ages. My hair turned white cause you took so long.

[In Crow-speak, a minute or so.]

Heh, kiddin'. Just got here myself.

Tch. Had this planned back when we were making cookies, then, did you? [Rean offers a wry little smile back at that.] Long time to wait.

Ha, good, though. Glad I didn't keep you waiting.

[Rean drops off his bag with Crow, then goes up to the counter to purchase the coffees, thanking the poor exhausted workers profusely.

He'll come back over a few minutes later and slide into the booth, opposite Crow, with a drink carrier loaded up with three large coffees.]

Cream and sugar's on you, I don't know what you take.

What can I say? I play a long game.

[He'll wait patiently for his coffee, though, reaching out to take the one closest to him once Rean's got the drink carrier.]

Just black for me--not for any purist reason or anything...just easier.

[Don't worry, he's no Machias. And trying to get the right sugar and cream ratio is a gamble not even Crow would place on his coffee.]

[And finally here comes Elliot through the door. He looks...very groggy, and is probably hiding bed hair under his stocking cap. But hey, he's dressed! And he remembered to bring the presents too, so points there.

He looks around blearily until he spots them at the booth. He heads over and slides into the spot next to Crow. ]

M-Morning...Merry Christmas.

[kill me it's not even sunrise yet]

I can respect that. Not the way I go, but fair enough.

[Rean reveals he's got a single creamer and a single packet of sugar in his hand, and promptly cracks those open to mix into his own coffee before Elliot joins them.

...Oh, gosh, he looks so tired. Rean offers a sympathetic smile and pulls out the last coffee, pushing it toward him.]

Good morning, Merry Christmas. And here you go, as promised. You'll need to get your own cream and sugar, though.

[Crow cups his hands around his, letting the warmth from the beverage seep through the cardboard and into his hands. There's nothing like the feeling of getting your fingers back after being in the cold, is he right?]

[He's about to remark on Rean's choice of coffee (or more like respect right back) but the guest of honour has arrived, looking as sleepy as a newborn kitten.]

Yo.

Merry Christmas~ [He'll scoot over a little more to allow the boy room.]

Heh, You don't look like you're firing on all cylinders just yet...

[Let Crow open up your coffee so you can pour your desired flavourings in, Elliot.]

[Oh sweet wonderful coffee. He'll give a nod at Rean]

Mm, thanks Rean.

[Right before he reaches over to that little cream and sugar container they have on the table and proceeds to grab packets by the handful. Yes. This seems like the right amount.

He gives another grateful sound as Crow opens up that coffee and starts dumping all that flavoring in. ]

Why would I be? It's not even dawn yet.

[Rean watches Elliot grab all that cream and sugar with a bit of a laughing smile, but doesn't say anything about it. Yeah... yeah, that seems about right for Elliot. Somehow, it's exactly what he expected.]

No problem. And yeah... sorry for getting you up so early, Elliot. Guess Crow and I are still kids at heart.

The spirit of 7-year-old Crow never dies in this heart.

[He reaches up to pat Elliot's head, smiling at the fistful of sugars he just grabbed.

Yeah, if Crow had to pick any way Elliot would take his coffee, this would be an accurate representation.]

We'll wait til you get a little more awake before we start, yeah?

[He gives a little sigh at their words and the head pat. He finishes stirring in the sugar and creams - making the drink now a very pale brown, before he lifts his cup to drink. Ah yes, sweet coffee.

Finally, he gives a verbal response.]

...Yeah. That's why I'm the real senpai.

[Was that a joke? Probably.]

[Rean nods along with Crow's assessment, pausing to take a sip of his own coffee, before having to swallow so that he can laugh at Elliot's joke without, you know, spitting coffee all over his friends.]

Ahaha... yeah, I guess so! But if being senpai means losing the excitement of Christmas, then I guess I'm okay with being kouhai forever.

Heh, guess I'll let you take the senpai title this time.

[He's in agreement with Rean, here. If being kouhai meant going back to the days of waking up at dawn for presents, he'll gladly take it.

He'll take a sip of his coffee, his whole body physically relaxing against the back of that booth.]

Ah...Elixir of Life, isn't it.

Edited 2018-12-30 20:16 (UTC)

[JEEZ YOU TWO.]

H-Hey I'm excited about Christmas, I'm not Scrooge. Just...not a morning person. Ever. And I was up late too.

[Excuse him as he drinks that sweet Elixir of Life]

Ah...so nice.

Haha, sorry, sorry. I was just kidding around.

[Rean doesn't actually seem that upset about this, though. Being in person means it's a lot easier to judge tones of voice.]

I'll admit, I've always been a morning person, so it's especially easy for me. But if you were up late, that's gotta make it harder.

[It's good to see Rean feeling more at ease with joking around with them, though. He'll just smile behind his coffee cup.]

Not me, today's just special. Then again my night classes run from 8-11 every night...and then gym for an hour...and then it's home and however long it takes me to bed...

[So yeah, he's not dozing off til 1 or 2. And morning classes on top of it.]

Explains why you snag all my jobs, though.

Ehe, it's okay.

[Look one of his laughs! Maybe he is starting to wake up. He glances over at Crow. ]

...So in other words, you're probably gonna crash hard when the excitement wears off. [Got it. ]

Ah... you're out that late every night?

[A sip. Rean just seems impressed, if anything.]

Yeah, I usually try to turn in earlier if I can. Homework gets in the way, though, or sometimes I get distracted watching something...

[To Elliot's little bit of snark, though, he laughs. Yeah, that sounds about right.]

Not every night, just Tuesdays and Thursdays. Morning classes are Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays so it's a rough sleep schedule.

[He turns cheerfully to Elliot.]

Yep! Got a date with my bed all planned out.

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