w0 curfew: someone gets stabbed again while will is in the little cowboy's room.

[squelching]

this is such a group

Comments

[stunwhistle]

Ow!

[...he says, laughing.]

Yeah, sure, I'll go first next. Go on, tell me what you think of that one.

[resumed]

[ he just gives him an innocent smile because he's done nothing wrong in his life ever.

but okay. fine. he is taking the bottle and giving it the most critical-looking stare known to man. he will...take a sip.

licking his lips a little. trying to decide. ]

...I don't really know how to describe that it tastes kind of sticky. 6/10 because the flavoring could be way worse. Like those pumpkin-shaped candy corns they sell every Halloween. [ he takes the little cup though to bring it down to his lap as he watches.

after a moment two little ears perk up over the table's edge as if listening for the bottle. ]

Or maybe we have different tastes. You tell me.

[stunwhistle]

[he takes the bottle as those two little ears perk up over the side of the table, then takes a sip of the soda.

his nose wrinkles.]

4 out of 10, I think. Maybe it's basic of me but I'd take a pumpkin spice latte over this any day.

[resumed]

It's almost that time, so you're in luck. We'll take a day trip when we get back. [ sometimes it's easier to just casually plan a date and continue being blissfully aware the doors are locked. but he takes the bottle of soda and pours more into the cup. ]

Here. [ the cup goes on his lap and the ears duck down again to drink. ] Pick your next poison.

[stunwhistle]

Sounds like a plan.

[he smiles. coffee date! anyway, since they're on the topic of coffee anyway, he'll grab the coffee soda and drink from the bottle. thoughtfully - ]

I think this one's a 6 for me. Not bad, and I'd drink it again, but it's got just enough of the actual coffee flavor that I keep expecting it not to be carbonated.

[resumed]

[ you get my gross meta about how will smiling at the idea of a coffee date makes him feel better about things and now he's secretly pleased with himself. god. anyway. admittedly the coffee soda was his next choice just because he does enjoy coffee to an extent, so he holds out a hand to take the bottle from him. sip...]

Oh. No. This is a five, it's ruining the coffee flavor itself. [ two kinds of people. he says this but he does take another drink so what is the truth here. ]

[stunwhistle]

You are such a coffee snob.

[he says that with complete fondness, though, and then snorts as he sees nico take another sip.

he slides one of the empty little dipping sauce cups to him so they can get some for the little creature in his lap. share the coffee soda, nico.]

[resumed]

Don't be mad because I have taste, Will. [ he says, like the coffee snob he is and while still holding onto the soda. but he looks at the dipping cup and then at the bottle as he ponders. ]

...you don't think that'll be too much caffeine for it?

[stunwhistle]

If you're worried about it, you can give it less of this than you did the pumpkin pie one.

[resumed]

[ he will pour the tiniest bit for it. ]

You know, I don't know what I should actually be feeding it. I've just been trying different things to see what it accepts.

[stunwhistle]

You know what we should try giving it, actually?

[resumed]

[ ... ]

We are not feeding it golden Oreos.

[stunwhistle]

Oh, come on! It'd probably like them!

[resumed]

No! You can't just assign it as liking something that's a knock-off of a classic. [ stop having opinions on food. also he's lowkey arguing because he knows it would absolutely like golden oreos, the traitor. ]

[stunwhistle]

An improvement of a classic, thank you very much.

[resumed]

You are literally the only one to think it's an improvement, Solace.

[stunwhistle]

Not the only one! It sells well enough that it hasn't been discontinued yet.

[resumed]

I think what you mean is those people also have questionable taste.

[stunwhistle]

Their taste is impeccable, as is mine.

[he gives nico's hand a squeeze under the table.]

[resumed]

Flattery also won't get you anywhere. [ dry. but he keeps their hands together while he shakes his head. ] Pick another bottle and keep going then.

[ and we can let this go britt if you want since curfew is over. ]

[stunwhistle]

[they rate some more sodas and then rOCKET GOES AND DIES!! ZETSU!!!!!!!!!!!!!]