Dark Roast
It was a rainy day in the city, both Nightmare and Killer were sitting in the living room.
“G-Guys, I’m making coffee! W-would you like m-me to prepare y-you some?” The barista called from the kitchen, more than excited to use his new espresso machine.
The purple eyed skeleton lifted his gaze from his book to look in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ll take a macchiato with caramel drizzle if you don’t mind.”
“W-what about you K-kiki?”
Killer stretched and yawned. “Ugh.. had a looooong night. I think I’ll take black coffee.”
Nightmare cocked his head and raised a brow.
“What?” Killer asked as he noticed his partners stare.
“Sorry, it’s just… it still amazes me when you get black coffee.”
“Yeah? What of it? I don’t judge your preference.”
The violet eyed skeleton raised a hand.
“No need to get defensive. I’m just saying. You almost always order those ridiculously sickly sweet drinks.”
“Hey, sometimes I just want something that taste good.. and other times I just need the caffeine.”
“Boys..” Ccino chimed in, hoping he could diffuse the situation. Not that he thought something would happen. But those two had a tendency to argue often.
“All I’m saying is that it’s a bit surprising.. liking dark roast.”
Killer frowned.
“I don’t discriminate. Dark, medium, light roast. It doesn’t matter. I guess you could say I like my coffee how I like my men. Bitter.”
Nightmare’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, while Ccino choked back a laugh.
“O-oh fuck you, Killer!”
Killer chuckled. “I mean… I wouldn’t mind adding a little bit of cream every now and then.”
“That’s enough b-boys or I’ll b-be putting y-you two in t-time out!”
Nightmare huffed as Killer stuck his tongue out in response.
