Tony Hawk is like fucking Perry the Platypus because if I saw him without a skateboard I’d be like “A man” and the second he picks up a skateboard I’d be like “TONY HAWK?!?!?!?!?!”
“Good morning!” Quincy said from behind the cafe register, smiling happily at the group walking through the door.
“Good morning, Quincy,” Devny replied as she walked up to the register, “How are you?“
"Just peachy, how about you guys? You two look tired…” Quincy frowned as she leaned over the counter to get a good look at Avern and Hue. They were dragging their feet and slouching, but their eyes were sparkling with delight. “Or… just a little tired…?”
“Mornin’, Q,” Hue yawned, “I’m tired, but I’m sure as hell happy this morning.” He smiled in Devyn’s direction, eyes glittering with amusement.
“Yes, there is much joy to express this morning,” Avern added as he turned towards Devyn and shot her a toothy grin.
Quincy looked back and forth between the three with confusion, “What’s the occasion?”
“No occasion, Devyn’s just going to pay for our coffee this morning,” Avern said, “She lost the most thrilling game of rock-paper-scissors."
Hue and Avern snickered as Devyn angrily pulled out her wallet, "Hurry up and tell Quincy what you want, or I’ll leave you two coffee-less.”
Quincy smiled fondly at the three behind the counter as they decided on what to order. They were always making the mundane fun and enjoyable.
“Damn it… come on.,” Avern muttered angrily. He jammed the key into the doorknob, struggling to get into his friend’s apartment.
It was a bitter, cold, Southern California night when Avern got another familiar text from his friend Hue, saying he just ended another one-sided relationship and needed some friendly company. Avern’s feet moved on their own and ten minutes later he found himself in front of Hue’s apartment complex, straining to open the door with the key he was given.
Avern sighed to himself as he gave up trying to unlock the door, and leaned his back against it. He considered knocking but he didn’t want to bother Hue if he was lying down, knowing he gets annoyed when stirred from a comfortable position. He stood there for a few minutes, thinking in a pensive mood, until he heard a quiet click from the other side of the door as it was being unlocked. Before Avern could regain his posture, the door he was leaning against opened and he ungracefully fell to the ground.
I was commissioned by @smellerbeee to draw these pieces based on their fic ’Operation Mega_Sleepover’ on AO3! it’s a super duper cute read and it was so much fun to draw these. Thanks again!
