. . . Hmph.
*They sense no hostility from her yet can't shake off the feeling of familiarity.*
You can put them down; I won't arrest you for scaring me.
sheโs outside, looking up at the sky. itโs snowing, the snowflakes slowly fall from the clouds.
she backs up slightly before jumping, trying to catch one with her hands.
It's alright. .
Sometimes, things just don't go well. .
And. . .I have to remind myself that a surgeon is no god, but a person. .
*Breathe. . .
bREAthe. . .
. . .breathe. . .*
How about I make you food?
. . . .
*It doesn't hit them yet, his words.
Their mind slowly grasping reality around them that they are, indeed, home.*
. . . !
Ul!
AH!!! Sorry you have to see me like this! . .
he chokes on the latte, recoiling at how the coffee burned his skin slightly as he puts down the cup.
โiโm sorry, lava? doesnโt that taste like glass?โ
Well, insane enough that she drank a mix of lava in her hot coffee. People were inspired by the nonsense.
*They chuckled, reminiscing. .*
A rule was put in place that no one should do 'The Hot Coffee' challenge, to discourage and protect lives.