Riley seems disgusted. 'What the ****? Im salt, not sugar.'

'Im honestly scared...'

'Ah. Um.. shit i left my poisons at home.' He seemed upet with himself.

Riley just backed up. 'Maam, its fine. As long as she had no intentions to rape me, i can deal with it.'

'Yeah. Im not gonna ask how you knew my name, thats cliche. Wither way, yours?'

'Pleased to meet you. Both females, i presume?'

'Yeah sure. And same. Im a genderless *****, as my siblings say...'

(Bi lol. Theres already like w ships for him but idc if theres more.) 'Nah, im used to it. They stabbed me through the forehead and took my old eyes out as a child. Plus they pushed me off the balcony more times than i can remember.'

'Ah. Imagine having 15 of the older brutes, constantly trying to hurt you and make your life miserable.'

'Hm. Oh. I remember one time while i was sleeping, they got one of those straitjackets and put it on me. Dad was on a trip for a month and had toeave me with em. Guess what, i was stuck in that thing the whole month.'

'One of them used to sexually abuse me. Wasnt fun at all.'

'Oh im fine. That was years ago. Theyve tried whenever they visit, but i just throw acid on their hands. Thats why they have so many scars.'

'Heh.' She smiled a little (FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVEERRRRRRRRRRR-)

'Sure.'

'Got it. Never had coffee before..'

He chuckled a bit, following her casually, hands in pocket.

'Never could. My siblings took all the paper and stuff. I can barely write either.'

'Maybe you could teach me?'

'The smell is overwhelming..'

'Uh... i guess ill try the mocha.'

He went to find a table.

'Thanks.' He took a sip and went wide eyed. 'This is incredible!'

He just kept drinking

He put it diwn for a sec to catch a breath

'Yeah. I need a brath.'

'Why do you keep laughing like that?'

'Like... giggling. Its a tad creepy.'

'Why would you be anxious?'

'Oh.'