Steam wafted from his cup of latte, a stringy white design floating just at the top of his drink. To these things, Kevin was a sure victim. Never having such graceful hands to decorate his drinks likeso, he liked to keep it that way for sometime and just...look at it.
He looked up to Kurt for a second when a question was thrown his way and he nodded, taking up that petite spoon lying by the edge of the small plate his order came in and striking the loopy shape, then mixing it around.
"We turn the TV on at work," he answered, setting the spoon aside and staining the otherwise pristine plate with a pale brown mixture. "Can't say they've had enough of us yet." Knowing the older man's devotion for their cause, Kevin was almost sure the topic of choice would be the protest -- the principal's statement, the cost of damages, petty other things like terrorist threats in other schools and the ubiquitous 'Are we safe?' matter.
Looping a finger around the arm of his white cup, Kevin lifted it for a sip.