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[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

[Standing in line, waiting for coffee.]

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[stormsin.livejournal.com]

Hey Reid here for your daily caffeine intake as well man?

[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

Mm? [Blinks.] Oh hey, Morgan! Yeah, I ran out of coffee at home. You okay? How's your weekend going?

[lovingtheride.livejournal.com]

Order's up, Mister. Have a nice day.

[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

[Smiles gratefully.] Thanks. You too. [The kid provided him with coffee. People who provide coffee deserve nice things to happen to them.]

[lovingtheride.livejournal.com]

I will.


-Hey, I haven't seen you here before.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Oh oh, this was so exciting! Kronk made coffee and...uh. Stuff. This job was somuchfun.]

Cookie?

[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

I'm good, thank you. [Tilts his head.] Kronk? You work here now?

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

...Kinda!

Milk or sugar? [Don't question it; Kronk often sort of worked somewhere!]

[petrified-core.livejournal.com]

[ She's standing behind him, looking over his shoulder to peer at the menu...

... before she drops her messenger bag on the floor, the contents spilling out across the floor. ]

[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

Oh! Here, let me help you with that. [Crouches a little awkwardly, his own bag in danger of spilling open as he helps her pick up her things.] I hate it when that happens.

[petrified-core.livejournal.com]

Oh- thank you. [ She looks up at him, a little startled, before she resumes tucking away her belongings in her bag. Most of them are thick books, alternating between fiction and nonfiction; a bunch of pencils, pens, and erasers also lay scattered, along with a cellphone and a purse. ]

[baufatherfigure.livejournal.com]

Are you going to get the usual?

[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

[Glances up, startled.] Oh, hey, Hotch. [Thoughtful.] I was actually thinking I might get something different - the gingerbread latte sounds really good. Or maybe the cherry mocha. [Sugar, cream, caffeine. The basics are covered.]

[baufatherfigure.livejournal.com]

I hear the cherry mocha isn't too terrible. [Hotch offers a small smile before looking up at the menu himself.] Personally, I'm going to get a venti regular. Just black coffee.

[stormsin.livejournal.com]

Hey Reid here for your daily caffeine intake as well man?

[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

Mm? [Blinks.] Oh hey, Morgan! Yeah, I ran out of coffee at home. You okay? How's your weekend going?

[lovingtheride.livejournal.com]

Order's up, Mister. Have a nice day.

[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

[Smiles gratefully.] Thanks. You too. [The kid provided him with coffee. People who provide coffee deserve nice things to happen to them.]

[lovingtheride.livejournal.com]

I will.


-Hey, I haven't seen you here before.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Oh oh, this was so exciting! Kronk made coffee and...uh. Stuff. This job was somuchfun.]

Cookie?

[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

I'm good, thank you. [Tilts his head.] Kronk? You work here now?

[petrified-core.livejournal.com]

[ She's standing behind him, looking over his shoulder to peer at the menu...

... before she drops her messenger bag on the floor, the contents spilling out across the floor. ]

[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

Oh! Here, let me help you with that. [Crouches a little awkwardly, his own bag in danger of spilling open as he helps her pick up her things.] I hate it when that happens.

[baufatherfigure.livejournal.com]

Are you going to get the usual?

[whosaprettyboy.livejournal.com]

[Glances up, startled.] Oh, hey, Hotch. [Thoughtful.] I was actually thinking I might get something different - the gingerbread latte sounds really good. Or maybe the cherry mocha. [Sugar, cream, caffeine. The basics are covered.]