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[lonered]

[This is new for Keith. He monitors the network, of course, too paranoid not to pay attention to everything that's going on around him, but actually posting something? It's out of his comfort zone. It's the vlog all over again.

So he looks awkward, like he can't believe he's actually doing this. But he is. He's still wearing the green apron that makes up his uniform (the Moonbucks logo just barely visible in frame), mullet tamed back into a little ponytail. He's got a coffee in his hands, and he's tucked himself at a table back in the far corner of the cafe he works in. He's on break.]

Is it really that bad if someone spells your name wrong on a coffee cup? I mean, the drink's right. I always get the drink right. Isn't that the important part?

[Someone has had a few complaints apparently.] It's loud and busy in here. How am I supposed to hear the difference between Bob and Bog? ...Bog could be a name. I know I've met a Bog.

[They were an alien, but that is not the point. He spreads his hands in a "see? a point!" gesture. And in this gesture he uncovers his own name written on his cup. Somehow he's left off the "h" and and scrawled the "t" in such a way that it looks more like a "f" and anyway, he's currently drinking a coffee that belongs to "Keif."

This problem goes deep.

Anyway.]

Sometimes I think this job isn't a great fit. Also I'm pretty sure I'm going to smell like pumpkin spice for the rest of my life. There's not even any pumpkin in it.

[Keith's having that kind of day.

Anyone who wants to catch him in person at work, feel free to find him brooding into his coffee on his break. And feel free to have been personally victimized by Keith's inability to get names right on coffee orders.]

Comments

[pidgewidgeon]

[ Pidge waits, keeping an eye on Keith's face and waiting for his reaction. It's a lot less... explosive than she was expecting, but she can actually see his brain break which is amusing enough. ]

Huh. I was honestly expecting more of a reaction than that.

[lonered]

[Keith frowns now.]

I... really don't know how to react. [And these days he's less prone to outbursts, since his two years of forced zen on the space whale. The extended spiritual retreat he never, ever asked for.] I've never thought of Lance like that. We're... friends. Maybe? I don't know. He might argue about that, depending on his mood.

[He can't figure it out.] Anyway, he's not the one I-- [Wait, no. This way lies danger so he'll just trail off into an awkward shrug.]

[pidgewidgeon]

Lance in the right mood will argue that the sky isn't actually blue.

[ It's said absently because she's really more interested in that last utterance. ]

'Not the one'? That implies there's someone. Do you have a crush? [ Congrats, she's going to be like a dog at a bone until she either gets the information she wants or Keith gets really uncomfortable. She's hoping for the first though. ]

[lonered]

Heh. Yeah, you've got a point.

[It is true.

Keith freezes at the question, like he's running through his best strategy here, checking his escape routes. He always clocks his exits, after all.]

Do I have a crush?

[Yes, Keith. That's what she asked. Well done.] That's...

[Damn it.] Who would I have a crush on? [Answering a question with a question, the strategy of folks with nothing to hide everywhere.]

[pidgewidgeon]

[ She sets her elbows on the table - forearms up - links her fingers together, and rests her chin on top.

Keeping eye contact, she just stares at Keith. Not saying a word. Just hoping the silence is effective at unnerving ]