Coffee is my Drug [Open]

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I'M AN ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN

Fighting 'till the wars won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back.

Tino meandered down the shopping isle, flicking his amethyst eyes down to the list that was scrawled out on a scrap piece of paper. Tino's chicken-scratch wasn't half bad, and unless he was severely intoxicated, he could usually read it.

• Oatmeal
  
• Lettuce
  
• Bread
  
• Lingonberries
  
• Turnips
  
• Frozen pizza
  
• Cheese
  
• Margarine
  
• Eggs

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[/li][li] Coffee (do not forget this Tino. It is a necessity for your survival)[/li][/ul]

Tino smiled at his message, recalling that he had wrote it out much earlier this morning when he woke up and realized his coffee can was empty. That ensued a good string of cursing before the Fin sat down, glanced through the supermarket flyers and picked out what was on sale. The Fin had to be frugal now, because he hasn't exactly taken on a job that paid consistent moola. One week could be great, but at the same time, other weeks could pinch his wallet and suck it dry. Tino mulled it over, but it wouldn't be a half bad idea to take on a second job. He worked as a waiter once for a school event. Maybe he could go around busing tables and washing dishes. It wasn't the end all be all job, but hey, it would put a little extra cash in Tino's pocket in case he needed it.

Tino wandered the store isles once more, still searching for a can of blissful coffee grinds. Where the heck were they? Sure, Tino knew that people in England drank a lot of tea, but surely someone drank coffee. After having to ask a store employee, Tino carted his heavy wire basket all the way to aisle 12. Scouring the shelves, Tino finally found what he was looking for.

Except... He had to crane his neck at a ridiculous angle to even see it.

Tino hummed in the back of his throat, wondering how he was supposed to reach the top shelf. It was at least a foot higher than Tino's hand when he brought it up and against the shelves. Ironically, he could reach the tea, but hell would freeze over before Tino drank herbal crap over a deliciously bitter cup of black coffee. Tino's stomach began to clench, craving caffeine. He would get that can if it killed him.

Staring at the shelves, Tino wondered if they'd support his weight. They looked pretty old and were already warping in the middle. Tino could picture it now. Scaling the units for his treasured prize before everything came crumbling down in an avalanche of earl grey, orange pekoe and original morning blend. The idea was not pleasurable so Tino moved to plan B. Setting his fully loaded shopping basket down, he tried leaped up to try and swat a can off. This was probably a bad, bad, bad idea, but it was one of his only ones that didn't involve exposing his talents as a freerunner to the whole market. That and his pride prevented him from openly admitting his lack of height to someone in the case that he asked for assistance.

So Tino continued to jump, trying to grab at the elusive stacks of cans that his 5'6.5" body didn't allow him to reach.

[Eek, this came out a little shorter and more silly than I wanted, but here ya go Pluto X3. Also, this is in like a superstore in a building, not on the street]

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[And now I take this thread as my own BU *shot*]

Lukas yawned slightly, making his way through the supermarket. He almost forgot that he needed to replace a few things back at his apartment. Now that he thought about it, he would probably have to reorganize everything in there. It has been a while since he was last there, so reorganizing would mean that he would find things easier, as opposed to searching for hours.

One might ask why he had an apartment in the first place if he already lived in a house with his father and brother. Simple, sometimes he needed some alone time away from the two. Especially if it was right after a large argument.

He didn't really have a cart, since now he was taking mental notes as to what he might need. Passing down isle 12, he saw a man trying to reach some coffee. He always did wonder why they put the cans so high up. He couldn't help but watch as the younger man just jumped about, trying to reach the shelf.

Figuring the other had enough, he walked over and reached up, managing to get a can, then handed the can over to the other. He didn't ask if the other needed help, since it was a bit obvious that he did. Though as to why the other didn't ask anyone else around, he wasn't so sure.

"I see you aren't a fan of tea either," he said. He had to admit, the Finn did have a lot of determination to get the coffee, totally ignoring the tea. He didn't understand the appeal of tea to most people in this country, but it must have some kind of allure he was immune to. Well, he and the stranger before him.

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I'M AN ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN

Fighting 'till the wars won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back.

Almost... Almost! Tino could feel his teeth embed themselves in his lip as he could practically taste victory. He was so so close to whacking a can off, to which he expected he would have to dive after before it fell to the ground. Ha ha! His height wouldn't be a limitation here! Nope! Pumping himself up, Tino's mental motivational speech took a double take when someone came up beside him almost silently. Tino almost leaped back in surprise, but instead found a can of coffee grinds pushed into his clammy fingers.

The violet eyed man blinked rapidly at the object, before sheepishly raising his gaze to the others. He had apathetic blue eyes and an expression that really didn't seem affected by Tino's strange appearance or battle tactics for grocery shopping. That was a stark contrast to Tino, who wore his thoughts on his face. Smiling warmly, Tino wasn't sure how exactly to thank this stranger. The Fin probably looked pretty silly waving his arms around ridiculously just to satisfy his minor drug addiction. However, Tino was stubborn and didn't like to admit defeat. A little voice in the back of his head told him that he would have gotten some coffee eventually if he had continued his actions. The stranger just helped speed the process up! Yeah! Still though, he had to be polite and he was in fact gracious for this taller man's help.

“Ah, thank you!” Tino said eagerly as he quickly placed the can alongside his other groceries in his shopping basket. This stranger though commented on Tino's tendencies, earning a cheeky grin from the male. Course he didn't like tea! Using his wide array of facial expressions, Tino stuck his tongue out and scrunched his nose in regards to the mention of tea before the facade was broken by light laughter at his own immature antics.

“Haha, no. I mean, I'll drink it, but I'd never be able to get through mornings with it. Most of it tastes like old boiled leaves. Coffee is much better!” he said, mocking tea lightly, but he knew better. Sure, there were certain types of tea that he didn't mind (mainly the flavoured ones), but he saw them more as a dessert after a meal. Mornings and coffee were simply meant to be. Tea was just the jealous ex that wanted to break up that beautiful relationship.

“So do you drink coffee as well, or are you one of those inhuman people that can wake up without a caffeine boost?”

[Sidenote: I love tea and hate coffee XDD ]

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Lukas smiled slightly at the other's words. The Fin sure seemed like an...interesting person. He had to admit, he kind of liked it since people his father pushes him forward were boring sticks in the mud. If only he knew more...fun people, ones that didn't care about his inheritance he would soon earn. Surely he would be more social if he did.

"Oh, no, I could never wake up without caffeine," he laughed lightly, which might have seemed odd to people who knew him well. He wasn't one to show emotions often, especially on such a topic as that.

It wasn't funny to the servants of the house if he didn't get any coffee in the morning, that was for sure. Tea would lessen his "wrath", though it didn't have anywhere close to the same effect as coffee...which was why coffee was always sure to be at hand. Of course, if it wasn't made right they might end up having it thrown right in their face...

He really should try to control his temper, but it was so unpredictable that even he couldn't deal with it. He could try to keep it down, though how much he held it back varied. It could be a few minutes, sometimes a few seconds.

"Like you, I prefer coffee above all else. Nothing really compares to it," he added, running a hand through his hair. He would drink tea if he ran out of coffee, though he didn't like the taste of it. Coffee ran through his veins, not these herbal bags the people in this country love.

How can people like tea over coffee anyway? They must have been raised to like such tasteless things, judging how they can call the normal English food "good" and "delicious". They also must have an iron stomach for being able to hold it down.

"...Oh, how rude of me, I haven't introduced myself. Name's Lukas," he hesitantly said, holding a hand out for the other to shake. It would have been rude if he didn't, right? It was bad enough people called him rude due to his indifferent nature, the last thing he wanted it to be was because he wasn't polite in any way.

[Ahaha, I like both, for the most part.... BU]

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I'M AN ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN

Fighting 'till the wars won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back.

Tino felt pleased to finally see some sort of emotion flicker across the other's face; it was unnerving to idly chat with someone with such an apathetic expression. With a grin, Tino nodded to the stranger's affirmation. Apparently, this man couldn't rise without the morning drug either. Tino would have responded immediately, but as the stranger spoke, Tino picked at something in his tone. A twist on words, the way they sounded in the air. His English... it was accented. Tino had heard that before... but where? The only person he could think of at the moment was Mathias, his neighbour and fellow agent who hailed from Denmark. Was this man Danish too? Tino smiled regardless, bright and chipper only after having made a pit stop at a local cafe. Had he not done so, he wouldn't have been so smiley.

“Aha, I have to agree! The blacker the better!” he said, cocking his head to the side, eyes closed to imagine the bitter taste of the hot beverage. Right out of the coffee pot, just cool enough to not burn his tongue... Mmmmm... he was craving caffeine already. He'd make a full pot when he got home. Besides, he had some old newspaper articles to read about suspected Russian activities. He needed to get on that. If he wanted to start making connections to the Eastern Slavs that frequented the Gun, then he'd need to start looking into their backgrounds. Perhaps he'd offer to 'file' things at the agency in order to sneak a peak into some confidential reports.

Oh shoot! He was daydreaming again! Tino quickly blinked, zapping himself back to reality as he glanced at the stranger once more. A silence had fallen between them. Tino was about to comment on the current whether forecast (hey, the weather line was always a good way to fill up the air with small talk) when this stranger introduced himself, extending a hand forward. Tino beamed a smile up (dangit why was he always looking up at people?!) at the newly dubbed Lukas before reaching forward and firmly clasping his hand in a good, but gentle grip.

“Hi, I'm Tino! It's nice to meet you,” he said with an uplifting tone, a bright and happy expression to accompany it. He shook the man's hand once before releasing him from his grip. “Thanks again for helping me. I really appreciate it!”

[Sorry for the wait Tiggs ;;. Been really busy on this end lately]

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"Nice to meet you as well," Lukas said. For once, he actually meant it. It didn't feel like a requirement for once, something he felt compelled to say even if he want to talk to whoever he said it to. It was nice to say it of his own free will rather than because it was of his father's wishes "It's no problem, really. I'm sure anyone else passing would have helped you instead..." he added, glancing around. He could have been wrong, but surely people weren't so selfish nowadays...

'Well, at least he got what he came here for...without having all of the contents of this shelf toppling on him. That would have been a pain to put up, that's for sure... Not to mention the mess it could have made. What a waste of coffee that would have been...' he thought. It might have been an interesting sight to see, though one that would probably won't happen any time soon.

"I am sorry about the sudden aid, since you appeared to be set on getting a can yourself," he went on. He didn't ask why the other didn't ask for help, even if he was curious. He found it best to leave that question unsaid, since he figured it wasn't any of his business. If Tino didn't ask for help, there must have been a good reason for it. He wouldn't pry for information.

[Tis fine Finny... ouo;;; Sorry the post is so short, though OTL]

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that gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand, Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I know that I messed up a few times or watcha wanna call it. I know if I fell down, you'd change the way that I saw it. I put it on the line for this time only (Is that what you really want?) I can't see that I got red hands, I'm colorblind singing (day-oh). Don't put the blame on me, child, the damn thing gone wild (day-oh). Never wanted to be fooling you, can't believe I was wounding you (Is that what you really want?) Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. The fire burns, I'm not the one with the match, man. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I've seen it all before, you back out, and everything's changing. I needed something more, you stepped down, so what are you chasing? I put it on rewind for this time only (Is that what you really want?)

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“STILL! These shelves... they're built a tad too high for someone sho-... normal sized.” Tino finished the sentence with a curt nod, a tad embarrassed that he actually almost called himself short. The horror. Tino Väinämöinen was many things, but short was not one of them (at least he tried to tell himself that). “I just... I didn't want to bug anyone.” Lies. I didn't want to ask for help and point out that I am vertically challenged. “Everyone just seems so busy so...” I'm stubborn and I wanted to get it myself. “Thank you.” I probably would have died without you in a horrible avalanche of coffee cans and tea boxes. Tino smiled happily, ready to keep the conversational ball rolling as he employed his small-talk skills. “So Lukas, have you been in London for a while? You have a bit of an accent that sounds Scandinavian. Are you from there, or am I totally wrong? Do I need to go buy a coffee and wake up fully?” The Fin wondered which country the stoic man was from, if his guess was at all correct. The fellow didn't sound Swedish.... no, the Swedes spoke like they were singing. This man didn't carry that musical twist on the end of his words. Danish? Perhaps. Norwegian? Possible. Icelandic? Mmm, more unlikely. Icelanders had a fairly distinctive accent. “I'm curious because I just settled in here a few days ago. I'm just trying to get my bearings straight. London is hell compared to Helsinki,” Tino said as he leaned down, pulling his basket into his arms. “I transferred here from Finland. Schooling.” Oops, a little white lie. Tino was technically learning things here, right? Learning happened in schools. Close enough connection for now.After all, Tino couldn't blab his career as a covert agent to civilians, even the ones that aided him when he was weak and dying of caffeine withdrawal.

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"I suppose so. Sometimes I can't help but wonder how some the the employees stock the shelves, they must carry a step ladder around or something." He wouldn't be surprised if they did, but he was glad the shelves weren't any taller. If they were, well, it would be impossible for anyone to reach the top without some sort of machine to help them one way or another. They would probably fall to their death if they had to climb up them. He push the thought out of his head, not finding it pleasant, or at all useful. If anything, it was just trying to distract him from the topic at hand, he couldn't simply focus on such silly things that mean nothing at the current point in time.

He wasn't all that surprised when Tino asked where he was from. Lukas knew that accent of his was bound to earn him questions every now and then, especially when first meeting a person. "...Hm? Oh, I've been in London for around eight years. I'm originally from Norway," he responded. Sometimes he's surprised about how long he's been in the city, since he could have sworn it felt much longer than it truly was. It seems that time doesn't fly nearly as fast enough as he would like. All he could really do was try to find ways to make it seem as if it would go by faster, even if it would cause some 'trial and error' situations.

'...Oh, so he's from Finland? That's nice, I heard it was a great place. I think father's been there a few times, though I could be wrong...' Still, it was nice to meet someone from the same region as his home country. "...You'll learn to love the city to some extent eventually. The weather is the worst, I have to admit, but every now and then there are some good days. If you don't mind my asking, what are you studying?..." he asked. If the other didn't want to answer, that was fine, he would understand. He couldn't really force the other to answer, now could he?

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that gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand, Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I know that I messed up a few times or watcha wanna call it. I know if I fell down, you'd change the way that I saw it. I put it on the line for this time only (Is that what you really want?) I can't see that I got red hands, I'm colorblind singing (day-oh). Don't put the blame on me, child, the damn thing gone wild (day-oh). Never wanted to be fooling you, can't believe I was wounding you (Is that what you really want?) Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. The fire burns, I'm not the one with the match, man. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I've seen it all before, you back out, and everything's changing. I needed something more, you stepped down, so what are you chasing? I put it on rewind for this time only (Is that what you really want?)

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TINO smiled at Lukas's response. Ladders were probably a common tool here to allow the employees to reach the very backs of the shelves (to put the freshest boxes there, Tino was sure). Perhaps Tino should carry his own personal step ladd- No. He could never, as that would imply he needed it, and he certainly didn't. Tino glanced Lukas's way after he posed the question of where the blond originally came from. It was always a risky question, because there were so many different types of people in London that the Fin often got confused. According to his ears, everyone had an accent. He could easily recognize the accent from the British Isles (kudus to James Bond movies), but he struggled beyond that. The Nordics however, he was more familiar with. Tino did a mental fistpump when Lukas confirmed his suspicions. A Norwegian! Cool! Seemed like Tino was getting to know tons of foreigners in this city! “Ah, I can take the rain. If you know the city well, want to grab a coffee at a good cafe? My treat for helping me~” Tino said, pointing a finger to the can in his loaded basket (a cart might have been a good idea...). And then he asked on Tino's schooling. Tino hesitated for only a second, the smile on his face not faltering. “Oh! Criminology! Yeah, it's really interesting. I've been dreaming of it my whole life!” Well, working as an agent was kind of criminology, right? Hopefully that would satisfy Lukas though. Tino didn't know how much more he could bullshit about post-secondary studies.