Gerald Royce Owens (la_bestia) wrote in tell_a_tale, |
By this time Gerald had made himself comfortable, excused himself from the table for a few minutes to get a cup of coffee from the Starbucks on the corner -- coffee which wasn't allowed in the library in the first place. But, that infamously little cup of coffee was in his hand when the table jolted and knocked into his hand, spilling some of the hot coffee over his hand and onto the floor. "Oh, bloody hell ... ugh." He complained as he stood and switch the cup from hands and snapped his fingers to flick the remaining coffee.
He was too busy cussing about the split coffee to even look up at her; after a few moments had past and he set his cup back down ... he peered up to the perpetrator. Thaddeus hadn't said anything, he had gotten used to his father's eruptions and as such ... he kept on his way and continued reading while his father had his tantrum.