Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26104528-20161205053548

"CATSAI, get some coffee going." Fritz spoke, seeing his friend about to doze off into dreamland. Right on cue, the coffeemaker in the kitchen revved up. The cyborg started digging through the cabinets.

"So the only beans I've got outside of the cheap stuff are Ibaalin Robusta. Bitter, but it'll hit you like a greataxe." Fritz set said can on his counter.

"What'll it be, Americano, Long Black, Macchia..."Oh wait, Stella's getting more mil...

Lightbulb.

Stahlfritz flung the fridge open and took mental notes of everything that was starting to run low. Not because a grocery run was due, but because the last thing he needed was for Stella to convienently return right in the middle of thier conversation. After making triple checking that his scroll was not on speaker, he made a call.

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Meanwhile at the store...

Stella's ringtone goes off, [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVoU30ixHrM it being a hideous screech, followed by a reverberating bass. ]

"Yello?"

"Uh, hey Stella. You still at the store?"

"Funny you say that, I'm in line right now."

Oh shi- "Azz said he was hungry and I noticed...we don't have anything to make sandwiches with. You don't mind buying some stuff for that, do ya? I'll pay you as soon as you get back. Maybe some sliced cheddar, black forest ham..."

"Uh, ok...Fritz, is everything ok?" Stella asked, noting the lack of lazy drawl in her boyfriend's voice.

"Aw, nerves are just up. Y'know, big job coming up soon, big stakes. Come to think of it, a steak doesn't sound bad right now..."

"...Fritz, I'm not blind. I saw the giant teas. Last time you had drinks that big, my parents were coming over. What's really going on?"

"Like I said, big job, big stakes. Gotta keep calm, y'know."

''Bullshit. ''"All right, I'll get some stuff but I'm coming straight home after this. See you in ten, sweetie!"

"Uh, yeap. See ya in ten."

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After falling flat on his butt and hoisting himself back up, Devil-fritz was about to give Red-Mini-Azz his own memo until-

"Well, I got the message from higher. Hence why up until now, I've been perfectly in character." Angel-Fritz cut him off.

"Oh, we'll see how in-character you'll be when your jawline's assymetric." Devil-Fritz grumbled as he loaded an incendiary magazine into his scissor-trident. But before he could chamber his weapon, Angel-fritz took hold of his wrist and both of them poofed out of existence, just in time to avoid Real-Fritz's hand as it detached the CATSAI camera to wipe off the lens.

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After hanging up and shaking himself back into reality, "Ok, did Stella ever tell you about why she works this job and what the Black Dawn has to do with it?" he slumped forward on the kitchen bar. Half of the worries were from when/if his girlfriend found out about Hargreave's plans and the other half was embaressment that Brine was more enthusiastic about Coconut Samoa than the guy who was supposed to run it.