Every Day
A Word: Request for how Altair and Malik take their coffee. Modern AU.
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"I am not holding your hand when the dentist has to remove your rotted teeth," Malik says as he watches Altair empty nearly the whole container of sugar into his cup. No wonder the man asked for a smaller sized drink in a larger cup. "Also, you're going to have to find someone else to date, because I swore to my dead mother I would never go out with someone who wears dentures."
"Stop confusing me with Kadar," Altair leaves maybe a dusting of sugar in the hefty container and ignores the dirty look they're now getting from one of the barristas to grab the carafe of creamer. "Not everyone shares his phobia of dentists. I'm only putting this much in because the coffee here tastes like shit and I have to use something to disguise the taste."
Both barristas are now glaring black death at them, and Malik takes a healthy swig of his own cup. Straight up coffee with only a touch of cream and sugar. "Tastes fine to me."
"That's because you drink straight from the coffee pot every morning," Altair picks up a shaker of cinnamon and looks at it doubtfully before shrugging and adding a good shake of it to his unholy mixture. "Your taste buds have been seared to death, and you can no longer taste anything."
Malik watches in morbid fascination as Altair gives his cup a good stir. The liquid inside is a color Malik can't right call anything else but puke tan. Altair snaps the lid on it and takes a cautious sip. He grimaces and shudders, "Fucking awful. Why do we come here."
"Because you're a moron who doesn't know how to not mess things up," Malik sighs and puts his cup down to fish out a hefty tip from his pocket. The glares lessen a little for him, but stay pointed on Altair who is still bitching about the drink he's twenty will guarantee them at least one more day of being able to come here, but Malik has no doubt they'll soon get banned from yet another cafe. He picks his cup up and turns to walk back onto the street. Not bothering to check if Altair is done aggravating the workers.
Altair will follow or he'll catch up eventually, and then Malik will steal his wallet to make up for the money he left in the tip jar.
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