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- Oct 4, 2017
Alright, I've been working on this moment for a while so if I nail it, I'm good. It's incomplete but I think it's good so far.
"Okay my last question, do you have a favorite website?"
"Easy questi-"
"Beja, you fucking cuck!"
I turned around and it was a couple. I completely forgot over what they were arguing about because I was thinking about something along the lines of "holy shit there is a fucking war in here." I dunno know, maybe the boyfriend want his girlfriend to create an (OnlyFans change to be timeless) or maybe he cheated on her. But anyway, their voices grew louder to a point where it just became a pure shouting match. The employees did nothing but watch either out of sheer horror or pure amusement. The manager was about to come in until the girlfriend reached for her glass of water and flung the water towards her boyfriend or I guess ex-boyfriend now. I remember looking at her tears and thinking how much shit [crossout, Bajita Baja] the boyfriend is in now. The shock was really noticable on his face and was unlike everyone else in the Starbucks. When she left the bells gave a bit of an ironic chime as she open the door with force. It's like they were litterally saying "Fuck you" (Add a bit more here) Looking back, I wish I had the courage to intervene and help them reconcile.
"So... um." Crap crap crap. What the hell were we talking about? How could we go on after that? I look at Briar's face and it's as stunned as mine. Should I just talk about the hum of the airconditioning? Wait no. No, no, no, no. I'm not a boomer. Who talks about the airconditioning other then boomers? Wait Briar's shirt, it's a really nice shirt! "Uh... nice shirt."
(Book version)
It was one of those hyperspecific shirts. I'll leave a good simulation of the shirt Briar was wearing below:
I'm a freaking July Man. I celebrate birthdays on JULY. Cancers & Leos? WALK THIS WAY. If you're niether of those? STEP OFF! BUT unless you have a birthday in February, LET ME KNOW. We're all lucky to have JULY as a calendar month. (Thank you Julius Caesar)
(End of book version)
It's a bit of a niche sort of shirt but I dig it. Not bad enough to land on a robot generated redbubble store but not good enough to land on LookHuman either. I sort of want something like it for myself."Thanks. My birthday is in November." He looked down at it and smiled. He was probably appreciating it.
"Oh." I gave him my straight face. "Where... did you get it?" He scratches the back of his head. "I uh... got it in a really scrouged flea market." Yet another word I have no idea about. First frenticized now this? I remember that I raised my eyebrow though maybe by a hair. "Scrouged?"
"A lot of people. I keep forgetting that you're new here." That's still vague Briar. You have turned an awkward starting conversation into my lifetime mission. I. Need. It. "But where exactly?" He took a brief pause and takes a sip of his iced coffee. At that time, I had a quick glance at his face while he was taking a sip. I dunno why. Maybe he's quote my type unquoute? Anyway, the look on his face did seem normal, though I can't put my finger on it. Maybe he got the shirt from a drugdealer? I could sort of picture it. I always remember every single new school year we get told about how we shouldn't wear pants that are too big because otherwise we would get arrested. I don't think so. Maybe it's my brain, it won't shut up sometimes. "I can't exactly remember where but you'll know when you when you'll meet them." I couldn't help but notice his ears were pointed backwards. "They... have a bit of atitude." Still nothing. "Anything in particular I should look out for?" And then all of a sudden his vibe just suddenly changed. Like... bruh! why is your voice all strained and shit? Here look at this. "They... told to me like that there was this group, which he sort of maybe thought I would be interested in meeting." I remembered Briar's foot was shaking. "I was having... y'know more sodas than I could ever have back at home surprisingly."
Like what? I'm sorry if I came off as aggressive or if I triggered a Vietnam war flashback, but like seriously bro, what the hell? I had to say something. "Did they... uh... did they have Moxie?" He gave a deep exhale like he holding in his breath for months and was just waiting for me to give him permission to exhale. I can sort of relate to that feeling though. I remember back when I "borrowed" my dad's credit card to back Hiveswap when it was first on KickStarter. I eventually told him the truth after a while of me feeling guilty. It was like being on a beach and being hit with waves of relief, something like that. Maybe that was why I couldn't help but smile after a minute of silence from Briar. "Yeah." And then he chuckled and began cheesing like an absolute idiot, just like me!
"Why were you so hesitant earlier? Was that group like an anime clu-?"
"Yeah."
His antics never ceases to amaze me. I rolled my eyes with a smile and asked "Why is that such a bad thing to admit bro? I love anime and you find it so hard to admit it?"
"Yeah."
"Are you the yeah machine?"
"Yeah."
"Beep boop. I am Briar. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."
He and I both bursted out in laughter. We exchanged like fun robot noises with my personal favorite one coming from Briar. I think the fact that he's a fox really helped. It was like if you put Animal Crossing chatter in a freaking microwave. I wish I asked him to name it for future reference sort of like doing the Dahmer.
Future reference:
The Dahmer: Ah! You should put blue curtains in there!
MAKE EVAN PETERS PROUD!!!
"Anyway, You mentioned before that you got it with another shirt. What was the other shirt?" He got so shook that he rose his eyebrows in bewilderment. Then he did like the thing where you point your index finger to the ceiling. I have no idea what you call that thing, maybe the polite version of the middle finger? In fact does it even have a name? "Give me a second." He whipped out his phone and started to scroll through his pictures, he had this grin on his face sort of like back when I shown off my Zhu Zu Pet to my friends before Christmas. I think its name was Hazelnut. But just as I fell into his happiness... pit he just had to drop in and ruin it.
"Oh and speaking of shirts, your jacket is soaked." I can still feel the fire on my cheeks. "Wait what?" "Your jacket is soaked. I thought you already knew." My eyes were like freaking saucers! I started to run my hands high and low to feel any at all dark splotchs. "Oh sweet bannanas where?" I kept on trying to find the spot where it got wet but the only spot that I can find that got wet was my own sappy heart. That was until Briar finally freed me. "It's on the back of it." His bored voice right now may as well be the voice of Harry Styles. I breathed a sigh of relief, victory baby! "Thanks." Briar gave me a playful smirk. I guess he sort of liked me in terror? Though to be honest I would probably would have done something similar, though I would probably give a small misdirection and then truly saying where it was. Anyway, he ditched his phone and acting like a real gentleman, reached out his hand to me. "Do you want me to take it?" I gave no hesitation to Briar's offer. I zipped it right off and handed it over to Briar. "Thanks." Without my jacket, I was wearing nothing but my Simple Plan tank top and the sudden chill of the Starbucks kicking me right in the tailend. Fuck you cold. I wish I had fur like Briar does just so you won't rear your dumbass face. "I'll give it back to you later Betty."
After a while, I started to get a bit bored. But before I could ask Briar if he found that stinking shirt yet or just trying to, in the words of Georgia, fiddle with me, he spoke up with his voice just beaming. "Here it is!" And... *Show picture of a middle school Briar in a pose similar to Dick The Birthday Boy in VN* it's a shirt with a confederate flag. "It's this one right here. It was the only place that sold stuff like that." Yeah like that's supposed to distract from the fact that you wear a shirt with a FUCKING CONFEDERATE FLAG. I get how some people still use it cause y'know it's a thing for the south and it's never been used in the Civil War technically but it's old. The people who still use the confederate flag are like washed up old hats. Guys who have no chin and beg to millionare CEO asking for money while also hating that said company for donating to LGBTQ charities and constantly file for legal action against people who make fun of them online. Guys who have alcohol in their locker and complain about video game reviews despite never playing them and are born with some sort of autism. But Briar really doesn't fit in that criteria, he's like the person who allows, I dunno let's say his younger sister, listen to Preachers of the Night because it's metal rather then it's Christian. "I got it a while ago, that's why I'm a bit smaller and fatter." I giggled a bit but not like in a "wow look how much you grew!" type of way but more along the lines of we live in a society and we must follow its rules type of laugh. I had to get out of this situation. Can I finally admit that I completely lost what we were talking about?
"Easy questi-"
"Beja, you fucking cuck!"
I turned around and it was a couple. I completely forgot over what they were arguing about because I was thinking about something along the lines of "holy shit there is a fucking war in here." I dunno know, maybe the boyfriend want his girlfriend to create an (OnlyFans change to be timeless) or maybe he cheated on her. But anyway, their voices grew louder to a point where it just became a pure shouting match. The employees did nothing but watch either out of sheer horror or pure amusement. The manager was about to come in until the girlfriend reached for her glass of water and flung the water towards her boyfriend or I guess ex-boyfriend now. I remember looking at her tears and thinking how much shit [crossout, Bajita Baja] the boyfriend is in now. The shock was really noticable on his face and was unlike everyone else in the Starbucks. When she left the bells gave a bit of an ironic chime as she open the door with force. It's like they were litterally saying "Fuck you" (Add a bit more here) Looking back, I wish I had the courage to intervene and help them reconcile.
"So... um." Crap crap crap. What the hell were we talking about? How could we go on after that? I look at Briar's face and it's as stunned as mine. Should I just talk about the hum of the airconditioning? Wait no. No, no, no, no. I'm not a boomer. Who talks about the airconditioning other then boomers? Wait Briar's shirt, it's a really nice shirt! "Uh... nice shirt."
(Book version)
It was one of those hyperspecific shirts. I'll leave a good simulation of the shirt Briar was wearing below:
I'm a freaking July Man. I celebrate birthdays on JULY. Cancers & Leos? WALK THIS WAY. If you're niether of those? STEP OFF! BUT unless you have a birthday in February, LET ME KNOW. We're all lucky to have JULY as a calendar month. (Thank you Julius Caesar)
(End of book version)
It's a bit of a niche sort of shirt but I dig it. Not bad enough to land on a robot generated redbubble store but not good enough to land on LookHuman either. I sort of want something like it for myself."Thanks. My birthday is in November." He looked down at it and smiled. He was probably appreciating it.
"Oh." I gave him my straight face. "Where... did you get it?" He scratches the back of his head. "I uh... got it in a really scrouged flea market." Yet another word I have no idea about. First frenticized now this? I remember that I raised my eyebrow though maybe by a hair. "Scrouged?"
"A lot of people. I keep forgetting that you're new here." That's still vague Briar. You have turned an awkward starting conversation into my lifetime mission. I. Need. It. "But where exactly?" He took a brief pause and takes a sip of his iced coffee. At that time, I had a quick glance at his face while he was taking a sip. I dunno why. Maybe he's quote my type unquoute? Anyway, the look on his face did seem normal, though I can't put my finger on it. Maybe he got the shirt from a drugdealer? I could sort of picture it. I always remember every single new school year we get told about how we shouldn't wear pants that are too big because otherwise we would get arrested. I don't think so. Maybe it's my brain, it won't shut up sometimes. "I can't exactly remember where but you'll know when you when you'll meet them." I couldn't help but notice his ears were pointed backwards. "They... have a bit of atitude." Still nothing. "Anything in particular I should look out for?" And then all of a sudden his vibe just suddenly changed. Like... bruh! why is your voice all strained and shit? Here look at this. "They... told to me like that there was this group, which he sort of maybe thought I would be interested in meeting." I remembered Briar's foot was shaking. "I was having... y'know more sodas than I could ever have back at home surprisingly."
Like what? I'm sorry if I came off as aggressive or if I triggered a Vietnam war flashback, but like seriously bro, what the hell? I had to say something. "Did they... uh... did they have Moxie?" He gave a deep exhale like he holding in his breath for months and was just waiting for me to give him permission to exhale. I can sort of relate to that feeling though. I remember back when I "borrowed" my dad's credit card to back Hiveswap when it was first on KickStarter. I eventually told him the truth after a while of me feeling guilty. It was like being on a beach and being hit with waves of relief, something like that. Maybe that was why I couldn't help but smile after a minute of silence from Briar. "Yeah." And then he chuckled and began cheesing like an absolute idiot, just like me!
"Why were you so hesitant earlier? Was that group like an anime clu-?"
"Yeah."
His antics never ceases to amaze me. I rolled my eyes with a smile and asked "Why is that such a bad thing to admit bro? I love anime and you find it so hard to admit it?"
"Yeah."
"Are you the yeah machine?"
"Yeah."
"Beep boop. I am Briar. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."
He and I both bursted out in laughter. We exchanged like fun robot noises with my personal favorite one coming from Briar. I think the fact that he's a fox really helped. It was like if you put Animal Crossing chatter in a freaking microwave. I wish I asked him to name it for future reference sort of like doing the Dahmer.
Future reference:
The Dahmer: Ah! You should put blue curtains in there!
MAKE EVAN PETERS PROUD!!!
"Anyway, You mentioned before that you got it with another shirt. What was the other shirt?" He got so shook that he rose his eyebrows in bewilderment. Then he did like the thing where you point your index finger to the ceiling. I have no idea what you call that thing, maybe the polite version of the middle finger? In fact does it even have a name? "Give me a second." He whipped out his phone and started to scroll through his pictures, he had this grin on his face sort of like back when I shown off my Zhu Zu Pet to my friends before Christmas. I think its name was Hazelnut. But just as I fell into his happiness... pit he just had to drop in and ruin it.
"Oh and speaking of shirts, your jacket is soaked." I can still feel the fire on my cheeks. "Wait what?" "Your jacket is soaked. I thought you already knew." My eyes were like freaking saucers! I started to run my hands high and low to feel any at all dark splotchs. "Oh sweet bannanas where?" I kept on trying to find the spot where it got wet but the only spot that I can find that got wet was my own sappy heart. That was until Briar finally freed me. "It's on the back of it." His bored voice right now may as well be the voice of Harry Styles. I breathed a sigh of relief, victory baby! "Thanks." Briar gave me a playful smirk. I guess he sort of liked me in terror? Though to be honest I would probably would have done something similar, though I would probably give a small misdirection and then truly saying where it was. Anyway, he ditched his phone and acting like a real gentleman, reached out his hand to me. "Do you want me to take it?" I gave no hesitation to Briar's offer. I zipped it right off and handed it over to Briar. "Thanks." Without my jacket, I was wearing nothing but my Simple Plan tank top and the sudden chill of the Starbucks kicking me right in the tailend. Fuck you cold. I wish I had fur like Briar does just so you won't rear your dumbass face. "I'll give it back to you later Betty."
After a while, I started to get a bit bored. But before I could ask Briar if he found that stinking shirt yet or just trying to, in the words of Georgia, fiddle with me, he spoke up with his voice just beaming. "Here it is!" And... *Show picture of a middle school Briar in a pose similar to Dick The Birthday Boy in VN* it's a shirt with a confederate flag. "It's this one right here. It was the only place that sold stuff like that." Yeah like that's supposed to distract from the fact that you wear a shirt with a FUCKING CONFEDERATE FLAG. I get how some people still use it cause y'know it's a thing for the south and it's never been used in the Civil War technically but it's old. The people who still use the confederate flag are like washed up old hats. Guys who have no chin and beg to millionare CEO asking for money while also hating that said company for donating to LGBTQ charities and constantly file for legal action against people who make fun of them online. Guys who have alcohol in their locker and complain about video game reviews despite never playing them and are born with some sort of autism. But Briar really doesn't fit in that criteria, he's like the person who allows, I dunno let's say his younger sister, listen to Preachers of the Night because it's metal rather then it's Christian. "I got it a while ago, that's why I'm a bit smaller and fatter." I giggled a bit but not like in a "wow look how much you grew!" type of way but more along the lines of we live in a society and we must follow its rules type of laugh. I had to get out of this situation. Can I finally admit that I completely lost what we were talking about?
