*walks into the coffee shop, intent of asking for a job, but gets distracted by all of the huge muffins, and sits down weakly, having not eaten at all today*
*rubs his eyes tiredly*
*gnaws the end of his pen furiously in thought, and glances up in surprise when someone walks in because it's been a rather slow day - just him and a few elderly regulars at the small tables*
*feels a tiny pang at the sight of this newcomer, a sort of scrawny looking teenager with a weak expression that reminds him off the little Guatemalan orphans in those Christian "sponsor a child" commercials on TV*
*gives a tiny wave and offers a small smile, hoping he doesn't look like a maniac or rapist*
*notices THE HOTTEST MAN HE HAS EVER SEEN IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE waving at him*
*feels a little nervous at the fact that the only response he elicited was a "wow" and isn't sure if that's a good sort of "wow" or a "wow, that guy is a creep."*
*clears his throat, carefully chewing on his pen a bit more, and doesn't notice when the edge of his lip is stained dark blue from the ink*
*waves a bit more*
Your lips are blue!
*didn't expect that either, and blinks*
My lips are what?
*drops his pen and rubs his mouth hastily*
Is it gone?
*realises that this person is clearly harmless*
Yeah, it's gone.
*giggles some more*
*giggles too. IT'S KIND OF CONTAGIOUS*
Mind if I sit like, less than a table away? Or you could sit over here.
*nods at the empty seat across from him*
I think I'm going to need some help with crosswords...
Oh. Um, I have a boyfriend, called Ryan. So...
And I'm not very good at crosswords.
*finds himself blinking more than is necessary and frowns*
*dawns on him after a moment*
OHHHH. OHHH! No, no. *laughs, getting out of his chair and plopping down next to Brendon* Just a little cross... wording. Friendly crosswording. *grins* I don't even know if that's a real word.
Oh, oh, wow!
Um, those jeans are.... low. Wow.
*rubs his eyes again*
*looks down, as if he didn't know that if his jeans were anymore hip-hugging and low-cut that his cock would pop out*
*looks back up with an amused expression, still grinning*
That's just how they make them, in women's sizes, you know.
I totally thought you were a guy! I mean, I wasn't sure. Sorry.
*glances at his nonexistant breasts*
Yeah, I wasn't sure. So what's your name?
*stares blankly for a few seconds*
*explodes with laughter, burying his face in the book of puzzles*
*wipes away a tear*
Oh, man... sorry, no I- *goes into a brief fit of laughter* My name's William. 'Cause... I'm a guy. *can't keep the grin off his face*
Oh, good. Because, you have terrible boobies.
*blushes and claps a hand over his mouth*
I mean, um...
It's rude to stare. *fights back a snorting little laugh, putting his hands over his chest*
So, Brendon. *says the name as if he's testing it out* Do you usually comment on someone's boobies when you meet them?
No, but I'm not from the city.
Hey, do you work here?
Here? *gestures around him* Nah. I just loiter, pretty much.
*props his elbow up on the table, flicking through his book for easier crosswords*
Oh, I need a job, and you seem nice.
*takes note of the sad shrug and feels that Guatemalan-orphan-pang again*
Yeah, sorry... I don't really have a job myself. Just sort of... *waves his hand airily* Drift around.
My foster brother says I'm a drop out and I can't take care of Ryan, and I think he's kinda sick.
*looks up at William sadly*
*feels the pang get a little strong at that SAD LOOK and discreetly looks away so Brendon can't see him pulling a miserable face*
*slowly turns back*
Oh. So, uhm, what's the matter with him?
I don't know, he has these weird dreams and stuff. I guess he's probably really hungry too.
*writes "hips" in 14-down, "kindness of strangers, 14 letters"*
*gets all wibbly, his eyes watering slightly at the thought of Brendon and Ryan being starving, just like those-*
Damn orphans. *looks around in a panic as he said that out loud*
*glances down and notices Brendon filled in one of the answers*
"Hips"? That doesn't fit, you've just- *chuckles* Nice. But, you know, now I'm gonna need white-out. Unless it's "hiiiiiiiiips."
*looks down, and laughs*
Yeah, hiiiiiiiips is good!