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[☕️]~𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈~[🐇]

"Is our coffee done yet?" Chance asked the Mafioso. They stood beside the mafia boss.

"Not yet," Mafioso replied casually. Chance scoffed, looking over to the machine. He saw a large dent in it.

"What'd you do? Punch it?" Chance asked curiously. He moved closer to the coffee maker, pulling it closer to themself.

"No, that's been there," Mafioso answered. He took a step to his left, giving Chance more space to look at the machine.

"Then what'd you do, Sonnellio?" Chance curiously questioned. A teasing tone was also in his voice when he said the Mafioso's last name.

Mafioso just stared down at Chance with a mix of shock and annoyance, "I assume one of my men told you that?" Mafioso asked irritably, completely forgetting about the coffee. Chance smiled, turning his body so he could look at the mafia boss.

"Maybe..." Chance mumbled. He moved to stand in front of the Mafioso, being in between the man and the countertop. They put their hands up on his face, pulling it down a bit.

"You don't look like a Don, though," Chance observed, gently squeezing Mafioso's face. Mafioso blinked a few times, having to lean down more from Chance's pulling.

"Quit it," Mafioso grumbled, his cheeks having a subtle pink to them, "I don't like you squishin' my face."

Chance frowned dramatically, but he stopped squeezing the man's face. He just kept his hands on the man's cheeks.

"I hope you know I'm going to keep calling you Sonnellio now, Maf," Chance said, his mouth curling up into a smile. They couldn't help but smile in this situation; Mafioso looked cute in Chance's eyes, especially with his face in their hands.

Mafioso sighed, not having the energy to argue with Chance. He put one of his hands on their hip, gently squeezing it before pushing them off to the side so he could make himself his coffee. Chance's hands left the mafia's face.

The gambler sighed, leaning against the counter, his back faced the wall, and his front faced outwards. He leaned his head back, against his right shoulder, looking up at Mafioso.

"You look nice this morning, Sonnellio," Chance said casually, enjoying the sight of the other's slightly messy and tired appearance.

Mafioso shifted his gaze to Chance, "Ahm... thanks, gambler," he said, unsure how to respond. Mafioso's face was still a bit pink on his cheeks.

Chance grinned and replied with a small 'you're welcome'. He looked forward at the blank concrete wall, waiting for Mafioso to finish his cup so he could get his cup of coffee. Mafioso looked back down at what he was doing, putting some sugar in the fresh coffee. He didn't put anything else in there besides sugar, and he moved so Chance could have his turn. Though, he made sure to get a spoon to mix the sugar in with the liquid.

Chance turned his body, ending up right in front of the machine. He got a cup off the counter. The cup was on a rag, and it looked clean, so he used it. They poured their cup and added some sugar. Chance went to the fridge, opening it.

"D'you have any creamer for the coffee?" Chance asked, looking through the shelves and the shelves of fridge shelves with their eyes only. His grin turned into a focused yet calm look.

"Maybe. I'm not sure if Soldier used it all or not. It should be on the top," Mafioso answered, taking a sip from his coffee. Chance sighed, looking at the top shelf.

There was a coffee creamer container and he moved to grab it. Chance shook the container, checking to see how much was left. Luckily, there was about half left. Chance let out a small whistle and then poured some into his coffee. The dark liquid lightened up a bit. Chance put the container back in the fridge where they found it. Mafioso used his spoon to stir the sugar in Chance's coffee.