#coffeeandasmokebreak

[mpcommander]

coffeeandasmokebreak==>mpcommander

(HOW THE HELL DID I GET THAT?)

[nanbarama-blog]

//Alright i'm calling it, goodnight loves. I plan on attacking Nile in the morning with a pillow until he responds to me. (I know where you sleep at night Tory.) I'm not above chasing you down Nocturne. My pillow craves the blood of the sassy.  

[coffee-barista-jean]

OOC: Very sorry for those who are waiting for replies! Since the end of the quarter approaches, I'm bogged down with more schoolwork than ever... I expect I'll have everything done by either tomorrow or Monday, so expect the replies soon!

Again, very sorry!

[pokerboss--archive]

coffeeandasmokebreak replied to your post:ooc— i bought a new lipstick. the fact that it’s...

Awwwwwwh. So pretty today.

thanks dad! <3333

[dearcommanderdawk]

(Just so you know, your Nile is precious and always cheers me up after a bad day. JFC. :3 )

[ awww thank you! ;;u;; ♥

glad to know my nile makes you happy senpai~ uvu  ♥ ♥ ♥ ]

[silvertongued-barista-blog]

Hot Coco M!A// Nile, Boris

Boris closed the door behind him. Nile's apartment simple, messier than his and it always had the smell of cigarette smoke as if he washed everything in the smell. Not even strong or overpowering, but a lingering scent that just seemed to be there. Kicking off his shoes to the front of his door as a form of habit by now. Something engraved into his mind to do when he entered a home. Catching alongside Nile Boris placed a hand onto his shoulder, only to turn him enough to catch his lips in what was going to be the first kiss of many. He wasn't going to dote on him, ask him if he needed another drink because Boris didn't seem particularly fond of the idea that Nile had to be shit faced drunk to fuck him. Not when he thought her was perfectly fuckable sober, thank you very much. A hand slid to Nile's hip, wondering just how much harder it's going to be to move him around when he is this sober. He teeth brushed against his lip, just for a moment before he pressed against him. Pushing him back against the wall gently. His hand still against Nile's hip. He tasted like Whiskey and cigarettes. the standard taste for him, but Boris didn't mind. Not while his tongue sought entrance he may or may not get from the stubborn old mule. Either way the night was going to be hot and heavy for the two of them.

[erwin-sama-blog-blog]

Behind Enemy Lines | @Nile&Boris

Often times, Erwin liked to scope out his rival businesses, scouting out the talent of the other shops and seeing if there were any worthy candidates for SLegion.

Today, it was MPCoffee. Nile Dawk... The name made Erwin frown. Nile had been rivals with him since the day they had met, working at the same coffee shop, while Erwin researched for his own. It was mere coincidence, that they had decided to open shops around the same time, but it had sparked a love-hate rivalry between them.

He adjusted his thick black sunglasses, tilting his had down to further hide his tell-tale blond hair. He didn't particularly like wearing disguises, but both he and Nile had a habit of throwing each other out from their respective coffee shops. Not out of hatred so much; it had become like a game to them. See if they would be noticed, if not brag about it next time they wound up drinking together.

The shop was bustling, at this time of day. Being stationed right next to the police headquarters really seemed to help business, and Erwin couldn't help but admire the way the baristas seemed to quickly handle the queue.. Nile was surely training them right.

He was served, rather speedily, by an unimpressed looking man. Dark eyes glared out from under silver hair as he placed his order, always the most complicated drink so he could test the level of the coffee.

He smirked as he waiting for his drink to be made. Nile was nowhere to be seen, for the moment.

[pokerboss--archive]

"Is MPCoffe so damn bad that they can't afford to get comment cards? Shame...."

[pokerboss--archive]

ooc--

so my laptop is being scanned for virus right now, which takes about six hours, so replies will be done much, much later tonight. So thank you so much for your patience, and please be just a bit more patient. I hope to have caught up in all my threads in both blogs by tonight before I go to bed, so I can start more

if you wanna plot please just send me an ask

[coffee-barista-jean]

Trying to Peace Things Together || @coffeeandasmokebreak

The man behind MPCoffee was a sort of mystery to Jean- even more than the business itself. Nile Dawk, he was sure the name was. He came into the coffee shop every once in a while. Jean had never seen him personally, since it was usually during his breaks, when he could hear Erwin's agitated-but-amused shouting from the door. 

MPCoffee was still something he was puzzled about. On why it was SLegion's biggest rival. The furniture was nice, but the coffee itself wasn't anything to write home about. Jean had started to make an effort to catch a glimpse of Nile, but it soon became apparent that he couldn't wait around for the man to show up forever. The only way was to push forward.

But, remembering his recent stakeout at the place and looking back on how well that went, this time, he decided to settle with not actually stepping inside the store. Jean was simply loitering outside at the moment, hoodie drawn low over his eyes so a shadow draped across his face. If this person was even as half as protective of his shop as Erwin was, he would be raging at him in an instant. All that was left to do- was wait.