Swallow my cockuccino
Who: Tino and Peter.
Where: Their house. Or it's technically not their house..
When: September 30th, Thursday. Afternoon.
What: Coffee is serious business. Team Caffeine 4Life forms.
The whole day had been crazy since the moment Tino had returned from his early morning assignment for Euphoria. Including but restricted to how Berwald seemed to be more serious than in months. That's actually where it all just began, and then it all went downhill from there.
After coming home, Tino had naturally yearned for a cup of coffee, for he had been really tired and had had the time to only grab a cup of Starbucks' ambigiously fresh brewed coffee, and once he was home his mouth became watery just by thinking about the blessed hot beverage, but once he had reached the cupboard, it had dawned to him that they were apparently out of coffee.
"Huh," he had thought.
Well, that was all very well, nothing to get upset over, even though after thinking about it, Tino did come to the conclusion that no, it couldn't be possible that they had already finished the bag he had bought just last week. So, walking to the livingroom, he had confronted Berwald and asked, albeit a bit nervously because of his facial experrion, where was the coffee.
No answer had been given to him, Berwald had just looked at him and then he had shook his head in that "Please no further questions" style, and Tino had thought that fine, maybe something was going on, and he had just been about to climb upstairs to go to his emergency stash, when he had heard it.
Peter screaming upstairs, from his room, and apparently through a door, some exceptionally vile things.
Needless to say, this had been nothing short of shocking and Tino had demanded an explanation, and the one he had gotten had left him staring at the tall Swede like he was a loon, out of his mind somehow, like he wasn't himself. Because it was just that crazy. Who locked another person to their rooms because of a caffeine addiction?? They had had a little verbal fight over it, which hadn't lasted for longer than few seconds, during which Tino had felt confirmed that yes, Berwald was indeed out of his mind at the moment and not in any state to discussion about the matter. Not to mention that he had been a bit... riled up himself, even though he hadn't been straight out angry, just shocked.
The following hours had gone by torturously slowly, and Tino hadn't even dared to go make coffee for himself, because he somehow had the feeling Berwald would do something if he noticed he had some coffee left. Peter had continued to shout from time to time but eventually he had shut up, and after a quick exchange with him via PM's on their blogs, Tino had promised to try to get Berwald to leave so that he could let him out and they could talk about this mad situation.
After some persusiasion, Tino had miracluously managed to get Berwald to leave for shopping, and now he was staring out of the window, holding the curtains aside and staring at the driveway, making sure the other wasn't coming back before rushing upstairs, Flower-Egg right behind him.
"Peter, Peter, are you still okay in there..??" Stopping in front of the younger man's door, Tino pressed his ear to it and bit his lip. How was he supposed to open this door, he didn't have a key...