LOG: In Need of Assistance

[depthlesslock]

What: Meeting up and seeking help
Where: Common Ground coffee shop
When: 10/4 Noon
Warnings: None

York would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised that Delta had called him so soon to arrange to meet up again. That's three times in the last two weeks the man has called for company despite his insistence that he's a busy guy. Not that York's complaining, he enjoys Delta's company more each time they see each other, but he is surprised.

He's on time. Well, Delta seems to be making the effort, the least he can do is return the favor. Once he's inside, he removes his helmet and looks around. Common Ground is a good place, he's enjoyed it's coffee and food a fair few times, and of course it has the delicious, rich scent that comes with any good coffee shop.

Spotting Delta, he weaves through the tables towards him and sits down in the chair on the other side of the table, smiling. 'Hey there.'

Comments

[protective_logic]

"Black, two sugar," Delta answers. Creamer is an abomination. Unless it's flavored like mint or chocolate.

[depthlesslock]

'No problem.' He was getting the sugar out for himself anyway. It's not a two sugar day, so he'll stick with his regular one. Two is for when he needs an extra boost or the sweetness.

[protective_logic]

"Thank you," Delta says as he turns his entire attention to the quick cleaning and chopping of the things he needs for dinner. "What sort of coffee do you have here?"

[depthlesslock]

'Milayan,' he replies, spooning the ground beans into the coffee pot, under the filter.

[protective_logic]

Delta pauses, staring at his boyfriend in honest shock. "That's way better quality than I've ever had before."

[depthlesslock]

'Then I hope you enjoy the treat. It's good stuff.' The kettle boils and he pours the water into the pot, waiting for the beans to release their goodness to the water before pressing the filter down.

[protective_logic]

"It smells amazing," Delta says warmly as he returns to preparing their meal.

[depthlesslock]

'Wait until you taste it,' he says, pouring it into the two mugs and adding two sugars to one and one sugar to the other.

[protective_logic]

"I can't wait," Delta assures him as he finishes chopping up the pepper and moves on to the zucchini.

[depthlesslock]

'Don't burn your tongue,' he warns, brining the two mugs over and setting the one with two sugars down by Delta.

[protective_logic]

"I'm used to drinking just short of straight from the pot, I'll be fine," Delta assures him, not even reaching for a sip just yet. He'll let it cool off.

[depthlesslock]

'Okay.' He warms his hands on his own mug. 'Anything else you need me to do?'

[protective_logic]

"Sit there and be pretty," Delta suggests jokingly.

[depthlesslock]

So of course, York strikes a pose, one hand behind his head, the other on his hip while he grins and winks at Delta.

[protective_logic]

"I'd applaud but I don't think you succeeded," Delta shrugs, trying to hide his smile.

[depthlesslock]

He pouts and folds his arms in mock hurt. 'How dare you,' he says melodramatically. 'I'm gorgeous.' He flicks long hair he doesn't have and turns his nose up.

[protective_logic]

"You don't have the hair for that," Delta warns him. "Not that I do anymore either."

[depthlesslock]

He opens his mouth to retort, then pauses. 'Anymore? Was your hair longer?'

[protective_logic]

"A lot," Delta smiles at the question. "Until about a month ago, I'd never cut it since I was a child. It straightens as it gets longer."

[depthlesslock]

'Huh. I can kind of see it. How did you wear it?' He tilts his head, squinting a little as he tries to overlay his mental image with the real one in front of him.

[protective_logic]

"Ponytail," Delta shrugs. It was simpler that way. "And then the twins got gum in it, horribly, and... well..."

[depthlesslock]

'Ah, that sucks.' Yeesh, that must have been tough. 'Planning on growing it out again?'

[protective_logic]

"Yeah, but it will take a long time to get it where I want," Delta sighs.

[depthlesslock]

'That's a shame. Did you know if you cut just like half an inch off every few months, it grows quicker?'

[protective_logic]

"I am not letting my brothers take scissors to my hair, and I cannot afford the barber costs," Delta shrugs the comment off. He'll live with slow thank you very much.