"You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

Tyler sat up, "I guess you should be leaving then"

Az sighs and nods, standing and yawning.

Tyler laid back down once Carmen stood.

Az looks at him and smiles, “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

"ok. I'll see you then" he sighed.

Az nods and walks out, pulling his phone out.

Tyler covered his face with his hands, taking a deep breath.

(What now?)

(fast forward till the next day?)

(Yeah, mk)

(Your turn)

Az sighs softly, walking into the cafe, holding his tablet to his chest. He walks to the counter, tapping it softly.

Tyler was working behind the counter, fixing the drinks and calling out the names. He was on auto pilot.

Az watches, quiet. He’d gone “home’ and cleaned the cut on his arm, wrapping it in a bandage. He waits for Tyler to finish the task he was doing.

Tyler sighed as the last person in line was handed their drink and notices Carmen, a mix of emotions flash through his eyes. Panic, confusion, realization, excitement, Trickster, calm.

Az smiles and sets the tablet on the counter, “You know my usual, right?” He tips his head to the side slightly.

Tyler nods, fixing Carmens drink and handing it to him. "Here"

Az smiles and paces over some cash. “You wanted to see some of the art, so I brought my tablet. . .”

"Oh?" His eyes lit up. "I can take my break now and we can sit at a table… only if you want"

Az smiles, “Sure.” He takes a sip of his coffee, closing his eyes.

“Amazing. . .” He murmurs before turning slightly and looking at Tyler, tilting his head towards a table.

Tyler nodded at the person in charge and then headed to the table.

Az slides into a seat, sighing softly and opening the tablet, opening a gallery. “I do commissions. So like, you tell me what you want and I’ll draw it. So it’s a bunch of different art styles and stuff. . . Some obviously look better than others.” He turns the tablet, showing Tyler.

"Wow, those are really good, your very talented" he smiled softly.

Az laughs, “Some of them are, some of them are shit. Like, my realistic ones are good, but my cartoony like ones are horrible.”

"I can only draw with blood" Trickster said softly

Az leans forward, lightly pressing his stylus against the other’s mouth, “Shh. . . Don’t talk about blood like that in the workplace. People usually find it unnerving.” He tips his head to the side slightly.

“Unless you don’t want anymore friends, then do whatever you want.”

Trickster ran his tongue over the stylus, "i have you~ I dont need more friends"

Az laughs softly, pulling the stylus back and wiping it on his jeans, “Well. . . If that;s what you think.” He shrugs.

“I can’t stop you.”

"Who else would willingly play my games~" he chuckled. "Ooh is this where Ty works? Cute. Very killable people"

Az sighs, glancing up and then taking his tablet back. “If you kill anyone, I won’t play your games.” He smiles, turning the device off and leaning back in his seat, Drinking the coffee.