7 - A Double-Coffee Morning
He is beginning to stir.
He cannot be buried for much longer.
Suffocation was not enough.
He will keep him at bay.
He's hoping for another death.
Techno tramped out into the living room, pink bunny rabbit pajamas trailing behind him. His eyes were half-lidded and he was holding a knife loosely in his right hand.
"Whoah," Wilbur chuckled upon seeing his more-than-disheveled appearance, a cereal spoon halfway to his mouth. "What happened? Did you lose a fight with a yeti or something? Did a whirlwind fly through your room?"
The knife flew in his direction and he yelped, ducking quickly. The knife thunked into the wall, quivering from the force of the throw. "Jeez..." Wilbur muttered as he lifted his head and shoveled more off-brand cereal into his mouth.
Techno moved to the kitchen and took a hold of the coffee machine, pouring water into one place and actual coffee in another. Wilbur glanced over at him.
Seeing as Techno was no longer holding a freaking knife, he decided to push his luck. "I thought you were getting coffee on the way to work?"
"Go to hell." Techno growled, but there was little to no heat behind the statement. Wilbur giggled.
Phil walked out of the hallway. "Mornin'... Why is there a knife in the wall?"
"No idea."
"Dunno."
Phil shrugged and stretched sleepily, his black wings puffing up and expanding before shrinking down again, a few feathers being shed in the process.
"Dad," Techno groaned. "Didn' we talk about feathers in the kitchen...?"
Phil chuckled. "I don't see the harm; it's only a few."
"You shed them all the time," Wilbur observed, looking over at the cream-colored couch(Which had a few jet-black and storm-gray feathers on it).
Phil shrugged again. He seemed to be doing a bit too much shrugging for one morning. "I can't help it if they grow back fast."
He shifted his gaze to Techno who was drinking steaming coffee out of his favorite mug. "Tech, mate, I thought we were getting coffee from the café on the way to work together...?"
Techno groaned. "It's a double-coffee morning!" He protested. Wilbur laughed and Phil just smiled fondly. He loved his boys.
The heroes stepped out of their non-descript green car, Techno still appearing mad at the world and exhausted.
"You still look like you should be in bed," Wilbur teased. With some convincing, Techno had changed out of his pajamas into a pink hoodie and sweat pants, and brushed his hair. He hadn't bothered to braid it, because one, it took a long time, and two, it looked too much like Revenger's.
As it should.
Techno rolled his eyes at Wilbur's jab but decided not to argue further – Either that, or he was too tired. Phil crossed his arms. Sure, he loved his boys, but they could be a handful.
The café bell rang pleasantly as Wilbur, Techno, and Phil stepped through the doorway. Techno's gaze immediately went to the menu on the wall, while Wilbur strode purposefully forward, approaching the counter.
The barista was a boy who looked to be sixteen or seventeen, and he had ash-gray wings. His bright blond hair contrasted sharply with his uninterested, somewhat annoyed expression.
"Hello," Wilbur said easily. When the barista – his nametag said 'Tommy' – turned to look at him, he took note of the piercing blue of his eyes. He looked oddly sleep deprived, almost like he'd need to hibernate in order to catch up on sleep.
"What can I get for you?" He asked in a false-bright tone. WIlbur knew better. At least he was making an effort...?
As Techno and Phil came up behind him, he hummed in thought. "I'll just have a croissant – chocolate." He motioned for his brother and Phil to choose next.
"I'll have a white coffee – hold the sugar." Phil said with a grin at the boy. Phil always seemed to be friendlier around other avians, especially young ones. it was apparently 'instinct'.
"I'll just take a black coffee...With his sugar." Techno mumbled almost moodily.
"Gotcha," The barista intoned, matching his disheartened energy. "Anything else?"
"Nope, I think that's all!" Wilbur said, pulling his wallet out. "How much?"
"Yout total comes up to... twelve dollars and fifteen cents." The barista said before Wilbur tapped his card on the scanner.
He left a small tip, because...Well...The barista was funny. He wasn't sure why...He was just sort of adjusting to their personalities alike. Wilbur thought that was interesting and...different.
"Alright, that'll be ready in just a few minutes," The kid said, again adjusting his intonation to match Wilbur's more upbeat one. "What's the name for it?"
"Er, Wilbur." Wilbur said. The barista smirked. "Alright then."
Wilbur cast another glance at the barista before Techno and Phil dragged him over to a table to sit down.
"Why so tense?" Techno asked monotonously, resting his chin on his hand.
"Why so nosy?" Wilbur shot back, perhaps a bit too quickly.
"Why so defensive?"
"Why so- WHY SO NOSY?"
Techno shrugged and smirked lazily. "Dunno. But I asked first; answer me."
Wilbur huffed and rolled his eyes, matching Techno's relaxed pose. "Fiiiiine."
Techno nodded expectantly at him. "Fiiiiiine what?"
Thankfully, Wilbur was saved(From what, exactly, he didn't know) by the barista moving up to the counter and loudly calling, "Order for 'Er, Wilbur?'!" With the same inflection and tone Wilbur had used when ordering.
Wilbur's face dropped and he banged his head on the table with a grudging smile before standing up to walk over to the counter.
"Thanks," He mumbled to the barista who smirked again before passing him the order.
"Of course," He said with a chuckle, moving away almost immediately.
Wilbur frowned before carrying the coffee and croissant(with some difficulty) back to the table. He slid the black coffee over to Techno and Phil grabbed the white one.
"What's with all the moping?" He asked as Wilbur sat down almost disheartened. Wilbur sighed.
"Dunno. Tired, I guess."
Techno grabbed the croissant(Unnoticed by Wilbur) and took a bite. Wilbur looked up as Techno groaned. "You didn't tell me it was chocolate!"
"What do you mean 'I didn't tell you'?! You were right there with me at the register! Also, wait, that's MY croissant!" Wilbur exclaimed, moving to grab it. Techno surrendered the croissant with no complaint and took a sip of his coffee.
"May even be a triple-coffee morning..." He mumbled. The door to the café opened with another pleasant ding and Wilbur looked up as a familiar Avian walked in.
Her eyes flicked immediately to the barista and she moved to sit down at an empty table in the back before Wilbur called her name. "Persephone!" He said, waving her over. She jumped and shot another nervous look at the barista before walking over as if the floor were made of glass.
"Hey," She said with a small smile. "You totally ditched me the other day!" Wilbur chuckled nervously, not exactly going to explain to her it was because of his hero duties.
"Yeah...Like I said, shit came up."
Persephone shrugged. "Fair, I guess, but make sure there's no 'shit' on your calendar next time you say you're coming."
Wilbur nodded absently.
"Hi," Persephone said with a wave to Techno and Phil; Phil waved back and Techno nodded, still sleepy.
"Hey, Persephone," Wilbur began iquiringly. "Have you noticed anything...strange about that barista?"
Her eyes immediately flickered to the avian behind the counter. She was silent for a moment before speaking.
"Not a thing."
Thought I'd give you some SBI fluff bc SBI.
I don't have time, so, only 1,208 words.
Have a great day!
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-ITCFWI
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