theme: yo-yo

"Alright, dude. I almost got this down."

Rigby frantically tried to get the knots out of the toys' string, only to entangle it further. Attempting to straighten things out, he carefully latched his fingers onto the fringe of one tether. He began to unwind the rope steadily.

"C'mon, man," Mordecai said, agitation lacing his tone. "Let me take a crack at it already. Our coffee'll be here any minute now."

"No, no! I can do it myself!" Rigby exclaimed, moving the orange yo-yo away from his friend.

Mordecai sighed. He knew that once Rigby got into one of his 'moods', he'd be completely stubborn and not listen to anyone.

He focused on his surroundings. The Coffee Shop, today, seemed to be more crowded than usual. People were lined up at the counter, impatiently waiting for their orders to be filled.

No wonder it's taking forever for our coffee to get here, he thought. Full house.

His mind was obstructed by Rigby's voice. "Yeah-uh! Finally!"

Raveling the white string back up, he looked at Mordecai, a smirk plastered to his face. "Watch and learn, man."

He chucked the yo-yo forward, suspending it in the air with a short twirl; proceeding to repeat it over and over. Mordecai rolled his eyes.

"You're just doing the same move," he commented.

"Then watch this!" Rigby spun the toy around above his head in a circular motion. "See? Isn't it cooler now?"

Mordecai shrugged in response. Picking up his speed, he whirled his yo-yo even faster than before.

"Hey, guys. Here's yo-"

The thin rope suddenly severed itself as it flew across the table, striking a mole waitress in the face. She yelped, dropping their paper cups to the floor to put a hand on her face. Black coffee pooled beneath her.

A nearby woman and a man came to her assistance, grabbing her arms and shoulders for support.

Before Mordecai could even process what had just occurred, Rigby had practically leaped out of his seat to go check on her.

Worried, he cried out, "Eileen! Are you alright?!" She shakily moved her hand, revealing a narrow stream of blood trailing down her face.

"Oh, S.." he was able to hear Rigby mutter under his breath. "I am so sorry, Eileen..-"

"Don't worry about it. I get nosebleeds all the time," Eileen replied, dabbing the blood with the back of her hand. She smiled at the customers who had helped her up. "Thank-you, I'm fine," she assured, waving them off.

"No. I should worry about it. I broke your face.. bone!" Rigby told her. He threw his arm around her shoulders and ushered her to the bathrooms. "Now let's clean you up, okay?"

Mordecai stared as the two left, locked around each other. He gave their backs a knowing grin.

He totally has feelings for her, he thought.

And it only took him a yo-yo to realize it.