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aumemecomm2019-07-24 11:00 pm
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Coffee Shop AU
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| An absolute staple. No matter what side of the counter you're on, the coffee shop is the absolute center of your life. Whether you're a barista, or just camped out in the corner with the good outlet while you write your novel. Perhaps you just really want to tell the cute person behind the counter that you've loved them since they gave you that coffee six months ago. Or you're overwhelmed with orders and nothing is going right. For good or bad, everyone needs their caffiene. ♨ Post a top level with your character and canon. Include any preferences you may have. If you're feeling bold, write a starter! ♨ Tag around, make your own world. ♨ Please mark any potentially triggering content |
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[Aziraphale looks over the menu with some confusion. He'd heard that coffee shops had started selling more than just coffee, tea, or hot cocoa some years ago, but he'd never seen much evidence of it before. He orders a macchiato and a slice of coffee cake, and is more than a bit dismayed when he gets an enormous caramel concoction and not an espresso like he'd expected.]
Ah. So they've changed the definition. [He sounds more than a bit passive aggressive about it, too, though he knows better than to take it out on the barista.]
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[Castiel doesn't need to eat or drink. In fact, doing so leaves a distinctly awkward taste in his mouth, as he can taste and sense every single atom and molecule that make up whichever human concoction he happens to be sampling at the time.
Still, he remembers what food and drink used to taste like, from his brief stint into humanity; he misses it greatly, especially peanut butter and jelly.
Today finds him nursing a coffee at a lone table with a decent view of the rest of the cafe, hoping, perhaps, he might find a way to gain some energy from this particular venture.
At the stranger's comment, he manages something of an amused smile.]
They tend to do that for a lot of things, but especially food items, I find.
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It makes it awfully difficult to keep track of these things...
[He takes a small, delicate sip of the caramel concoction and finds--- you know, it's really quite good! Very sweet, but, well, he's not one to want for sweets. He glances around, realizing he'll have to put his plate down sooner or later, and takes a few steps in the direction of the gentleman who'd spoken to him and his table.]
Pardon me, but is this seat taken?
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[His tone is fond; he has spent so much time among humans now, he truly has come to know and appreciate all of their foibles.
He glances up with a smile.]
No, it isn't. Please sit. I'm not expecting any company, myself.
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More difficult, too. What's the point of fashion if it's going to change by the time anyone gets used to it?
[He's still a little peeved about the decline of the waistcoat.]
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He tilts his head, watching his companion arrange his food and drink. It is always curious to him watching the way others arrange themselves. Human or angel, Castiel enjoys observing the fascinating habits of others.]
I wish I knew. People can be so...fickle, I think the word is. You can blink and they'll be onto the next trend already.
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Perhaps it's a matter of blinking too long. [He's not even quite sure what he means, but he carries on regardless.] Close your eyes for what feels like just a moment and when you open them, you realize it's evening and your tea's gone cold.
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This is a point I had no considered. It's a good one.
And there's few things as bad as cold tea, I find.
[He tilts his head and considers a moment before offering a hand to his companion.]
I'm Castiel, by the way. A pleasure to meet you.
omg sorry i changed my icons and the old ones broke
[Aziraphale takes it.]
Aziraphale, if you please. And likewise. You don't always get the opportunity for discussions like these while you're out and about.
No worries! Your icons are all lovely by the way!
[Cas nods, shaking his hand.]
No, you don't indeed. That's an interesting name, Aziraphale. Have you been out and about long today?
aw thank you!
[It committed several crimes against poached eggs too dreadful to mention in polite company.]
I'm quite fond of it myself. [It is his name, after all.] And no, actually, I've only just nipped out of my shop. Have you?
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Unfortunately. There's so much work to be done and little time in which to do it. I could use...a vacation, I think is the word the humans use.
Where is your shop, if you don't mind me asking?
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It's a little place in Soho, if you must know, though I keep it closed when I'm not in.
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What kind of shop is it? Perhaps I'll stop by on my way to Paris.
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[Wow, wouldn't that be tragic.]
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[Castiel offers him a grin. It would be so lovely to just have the chance to indulge in something as quaint as browsing through a book collection.]
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[Wouldn't want anyone to get the idea that books are actually being sold there, after all.]
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[He assumes they must be very rare and very valuable. He'll try and restrain himself from acting like the bull in the china shop, as the humans are prone to saying. He probably can't make any promises, but he can put in effort.]