I'M BRINGING MY CROWN . o . human AU

[METEOR]

Quasar’s eyebrows pinched together as he stared at the coffee mug. He glanced between Vaas and Dadorito, then at his own drink, and back to the mystery drink. “I’ll agree that this thing is more of a milkshake with coffee flavoring than anything else,” he said, tapping the top.

“What can I say? I like the pastries here, but chain coffee shops loaded up their drinks with more sugar than any of the places catering to coffee snobs ever will,” he said, with a wave of his hand. “But. Sure. You’ve got a point. And I’ll try anything once.” Then he looked back down at the mystery mug. He picked it up, sniffed—what was he expecting? an overwhelming dank stench?—and took a sip.

His right eye went wide at the kick, but he grinned. He took another sip, this one more like a gulp, and rolled the spice over his tongue. “Whatcha call this? Love the spice. Uhhhh… it’s got cinnamon in it, right? What’s the rest? A dash of habanero?” Quasar had a decent palette, but “hot” was “hot,” and he had no idea how to distinguish between different peppers.

The teenager grinned, and looked back to the gangly adult. People could probably believe they were related, and Quasar liked how that assumption simplified his life, at times. “Hey, the real dark side is conforming to the system, and that’s what school tries to beat into your head, right? It’s not like school’s teaching me how to be financially independent or do my taxes. Or to appreciate the little joys of trying a unique cup of coffee once in a while.”

He grabbed his sugar concoction—he liked Vaas’s coffee, but he had a sugar withdrawal migraine coming on—and leaned back in the chair. “So. What kind of work do adults do in a coffee shop? I usually just do my classwork and then read random shit… But adults? Do you do your, I don’t know, personal website development here?”

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