He took his coffee black. Caffeine flowed through his veins at this point as he worked endlessly against the redhead and to bring Mint Eye to it's full capacity. Coffee was simple and quick, cheaper than energy drinks and kept his hands from shaking far better than anything else did.
And then his assistant ruined his coffee order.
He'd sent her off to get him caffeine, expecting to get back the black sludge that was kept in the kitchen, but instead she brought back an almost tan liquid.
"What's this?" He asked, eyes narrowed at the mug. The question was about the drink, but also about where she'd managed to find a mug stating "Stay Foxy" with the script wrapped around a cartoon fox.
"Coffee?" She said, confusion coloring her tone. She shrugged as she placed other snacks that she had gathered over near her cot in the corner. "I doctored it a bit. I didn't know what you liked, but cream and sugar has never lead me wrong."
He knew that those ingredients were normally on lockdown in the kitchen. Cooking at magenta was done very minimalisticly, as their reward would come in paradise, but he had no doubt that she'd pulled strings somewhere to get what she wanted. She was good at that.
Regardless, he took a small sip. The warm liquid danced across his tongue, the cream and sugar cutting the bitterness of the brew that he normally ignored the taste of entirely.
"It's good." He mumbled, cupping the mug in his hands and letting the warmth seep from the ceramic. Her soft smile warmed him just as much.
"Good. I thought you'd like it." She said, plopping down in the rolling chair next to him. Her grin turned teasing. "Your sweet tooth gave you away."
His sweet tooth? He stared at her as she hummed softly to herself, entirely focused on going through the file she'd stolen from his stack. He almost felt insulted at the idea.
He didn't do sweet. Sweet was for those who didn't have goals, those who hadn't been through what he had. The Savior could be sweet on occasion, but she never let him forget that they had a purpose. That a soft smile or touch did nothing to get them closer to paradise.
Then she came along. Was forced to come along. Whatever. She was here, and she... she was sweet. With her smiles, her words, her little acts of services that showed that despite everything, she did care about him.
She finally noticed his stare and her face flushed slightly.
"What?" She asked, shuffling the pages in a less meaningful way this time.
"Nothing." He mumbled, shifting his attention back to the screens as he took another sip of his coffee.
Maybe he did have a sweet tooth.
