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 Dimitri stood behind Theron at the coffehaus's counter top, squinting to read the chalk-written menu. Where were his glasses? Had he left them at home? Or had Theron sat on them and thrown them out again? It wouldn't be the first time he'd had to renew a prescription for that reason. With a long sigh, he linked arms with Theron, tapping his toes against the ground. What did he want? Tea? No, no. He was tired of tea. Coffee would be lovely. But what was that last thing? He could smell apples drifting from the kitchen. Herbs, too. Yum, yum. Cider. "Theron, love, can you read that for-Theron? Theron?" Theron was gazing in the other direction, eyes locked onto something. He was even making quiet, keening whines in the back of his throat like a dog missing his favorite toy probably would. Dimitri followed the other man's (probable) line of sight, over to where a lovely blonde girl sat sipping her drink. Damnit Theron. You're so predictable sometimes. Theron was quickly torn back to reality by the touch of Dimitri's elbow against his ribs. He grunted and growled softly, rubbing angrily at his now-sore abdomen. "What the hell do you want?" Without a word, Dimitri pointed to the menu. Under his breath, Theron listed off each item as Dimitri prodded him to. "Can we go now, please?" Theron tugged on Dimitri's arm. "I'm tirreeedddd. Let's sit!" "We haven't ordered!" Theron pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. "Fine! Gimme a pot of tea and a scone. I'll sit all aloneeee." "No you won't." Dimitri was right. The second Theron left his side, he made a beeline for the girl at the window booth, sitting down right beside her with his usual disregard for etiquette, personal space or traditional mannerisms. Silly Theron. Always up to something, aren't you? Dimitri sighed and placed the order,adding his own request for lemon pound cake and blueberry muffins. He might as well have something to take home to the rest of the clan. "Hullo there." Theron draped an arm over her shoulders, cheerfully chuckling to himself. "I must admit to my ignorance. Who might you be?" Dimitri shuffled over, teapot in hand, mug in grasp and bag of treats tucked in the crook of his elbow. "Theron. Respect the lady's personal space. Be a love and give her a bit of space to breathe!" "If you'd like, you might smack him. It won't work but he might, you know, be a good boy if you did." Theron could do nothing but snort.  |