Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150420132814

"No problem," Azulius agreed, walking towards the massive coffee bar that kept Beacon awake and alert every morning. He quickly threw together a cup of coffee for Iris, a mug of hot chocolate for himself (which for him, meant a mug of hot milk with a literal bar of chocolate melted and blended in, plus some spices), and half a dose of his sister's death sludge recipe, since he actually knew for sure how to make that.

After dodging a few coffee-crazed students who smelled "the good stuff" on him, Azzie finallly made it to the lab, sitting down in the terminal alongside Iris.

"Here we are.  Some of this for you, this mug for me, and if you're feeling really sleepy," he gingerly placed the smaller cup between them, "my sister's poison of choice, but I can't be held responsible for what it does to your cerebral clockwork."