"HOOLIGANS! HOOLIGANS IN MY CAFE!"
Ally sprinted away from the coffee shop with a coffee in hand, giggling gleefully as his converse slapped on the pavement. This was a fun pastime of his, waiting around in a coffee shop until something interesting was ordered and taking it before the actual buyer could, before fleeing. It was really the only way he could get good coffee, because he had to buy everything with a credit card and his adoptive mom would blow a gasket if she saw coffee charges on his card. She hated coffee, said it was the drink of devil children or whatever. Crotchety old hag. He never really liked her anyways, just like he didn't like the last 6. He turned to look back at the cafe, seeing an old man shaking his fist and scowling at him. He giggled, before facing forward again. His eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled into another boy, knocking them both over and spilling the coffee over the other's sweatshirt. He froze for a moment, hands on either side of the blonde's head as their faces were inches apart. He looked down, eyes widening further at the fact that the spilled coffee hadn't burned the boy. On the contrary, it was steaming up and rising off of his chest like he had poured the coffee on dry ice or something. He looked back to the boy he was currently pinning, eyebrows raised in a silent question before he realized the situation and blushed, getting up quickly and holding out a hand to help the other up.
"Oh my god I am so so so so sorry I didn't see you then I ran into you and I spilled my coffee all over you and oh my god your sweatshirt jesus fuck I'll replace that but first why is your chest producing steam?" He babbled out a mile a minute, eyes nervous as his free hand rubbed the back of his neck.
Ally sprinted away from the coffee shop with a coffee in hand, giggling gleefully as his converse slapped on the pavement. This was a fun pastime of his, waiting around in a coffee shop until something interesting was ordered and taking it before the actual buyer could, before fleeing. It was really the only way he could get good coffee, because he had to buy everything with a credit card and his adoptive mom would blow a gasket if she saw coffee charges on his card. She hated coffee, said it was the drink of devil children or whatever. Crotchety old hag. He never really liked her anyways, just like he didn't like the last 6. He turned to look back at the cafe, seeing an old man shaking his fist and scowling at him. He giggled, before facing forward again. His eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled into another boy, knocking them both over and spilling the coffee over the other's sweatshirt. He froze for a moment, hands on either side of the blonde's head as their faces were inches apart. He looked down, eyes widening further at the fact that the spilled coffee hadn't burned the boy. On the contrary, it was steaming up and rising off of his chest like he had poured the coffee on dry ice or something. He looked back to the boy he was currently pinning, eyebrows raised in a silent question before he realized the situation and blushed, getting up quickly and holding out a hand to help the other up.
"Oh my god I am so so so so sorry I didn't see you then I ran into you and I spilled my coffee all over you and oh my god your sweatshirt jesus fuck I'll replace that but first why is your chest producing steam?" He babbled out a mile a minute, eyes nervous as his free hand rubbed the back of his neck.