“Good to know that I should watch out where I’m getting my coffee, don’t want to become one of those victims. I might be traumatized,” he muttered taking another sip from his cup, the slight smirk resting on his lips still. The blond briefly glanced over at the line again, then glanced back at Blaine, “It’s fine, certainly made my morning marginally more interesting. Although, considering I had to sit through a dull meeting it’s not too hard.” He extended his hand,might as well be polite after all. “Arthur Pendragon.”
“My pleasure, Arthur,” Blaine let go of his hand and returned his fingers to gripping the warmth coming from the side of his cup. “Oh! You’re welcome for the warning, too. Free of charge even. I had to suffer through an entire cup of that–whatever you want to call it because it sure wasn’t coffee to pass on this sage advice. It was awful.” So said the ‘solemn’ nod and tightly pressed together lips of a wounded man who saw the horrors of the bottom of a really bad cup of coffee. “Passing off this knowledge came at a costly price. I’ll never shake the taste from my memory,” he huffed in a breath of cool air before letting it go in a laugh. “And–seriously–if I am holding you up from more meetings just to go war-scarred Coffee Yoda on you? I can let you get back to your business. Dull and boring as you said it was.”
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