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( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) the lima bean 

( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) as in … okay. 

Granted, if one absolutely had to set up a coffee shop in the middle of Lima, Ohio, he didn’t see any reason not to name it ‘the Lima Bean’. Other than the sheer number of people who would outright refuse to visit it. Then again – if it had good carrot cake… 

The Doctor actually had been sitting in the middle of an old Starbucks, which was distasteful for one of a variety of reasons, namely that they could not make a cup of hot chocolate if their life depended on it, let alone spell his name (’Dr’, they had written; ‘Drew’, he had been called). He stood up the chuck out the drink he’d taken only-one-sip-of, being eyed the whole way by old men in rumpled suits who were displeased with his distaste for their regular spot. Maybe he would have to venture to the Lima Bean. If nothing else, he would have actual, photographic evidence the place existed – it was the sort of thing the Doctor liked to keep a good supply of, actually, horribly-named shops that nobody he spoke to would believe existed, unless he had evidence. 

“The Lima Bean?” he asked of the barista, and earnt himself a surly scowl and directions to ‘walk out these doors, down the street a bit, get in a taxi, and ask the driver, mate’. He did precisely this and was told it was two streets over, so he might as well walk. 

( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) frustrating friend situation, though? I’m good at friends. Once I befriended a wasp.
( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) Well, a hivemind. 
( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) Well, a planet-shaped – 
( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) my point is, you can complain at me. be as waspish as you like. 

( mssg » not hunter | sent ) I know.  It’s a pretty kitchy name but you have to admit, it sort of sticks in your head.
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) Hard to forget since..you know..Lima, Ohio.

Texting the wrong person was usually a one time answer sort of thing.  If any hey, wrong number was even bothered to be texted back.  However?  This conversation was starting to pique his interest too much to give it up.  Anyone who admits to befriending a hivemind has to be a rather interesting character, right?  Especially if it was a planet of some sort they didn’t want to explain?

Now, either this person was crazy?  Or pretty cool enough that they were messing with him in complete sci-fi geek terms.  Either way..  Why not indulge himself a little longer?  Especially when his next conversation wasn’t going to be a pleasant one.

The offer to complain to the interesting stranger was sweet enough.  Blaine gave the phone a small smile before sipping more of his coffee and plucking out his reply.  He couldn’t help a squinted, thoughtful look given towards the door before hitting send.  Half expecting some stranger walking in that he’d just given the carrot cake pitstop suggestion to.  Hopefully, it wasn’t the crazy option of who would talk about making friends with an entire world.  Might make for an awkward duck to the counter for a refill before sneaking out.  Nah.  He wasn’t going to go anywhere just yet.

( mssg » not hunter | sent ) That sounds like a story I’d love to hear.  Anyone who befriends planets is way too peculiar to not be curious about.
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) I appreciate that.  Just..  Some people are frustrating beyond words, you know?  Sometimes..  I wonder what makes this person think the way he does.  No one will ever know.