Sparrow the Ninth

*Tyrian* · 04-18-2022, 08:12 PM

Tyrian had just enough time to see Sparrow looming overhead and feel a sense of a relief before it was snatched away from him. He blinked and just as quickly as he'd found himself in the cup, Sparrow was in there too. Well fuck. Now what where they going to do?

His coworker's swan dive dislodged him from the cup's walls and dunked him yet again. After hitting the bottom he bobbed to the surface sporting a foam cap like a baby in a soap commercial. This was NOT how rescues were supposed to go! He could feel her now splashing around behind him and while this wasn't a time for levity that was exactly what made it perfect for levity. "Worst rescue ever," he sputtered as though reviewing a coffee. "We're going to have to give this man a refu- AH!" It felt as though the whole world was tilting and then a great big gaping mouth loomed over the side of the cup.

He paddled quickly in the opposite direction but was no match for the customer's caffeine deficiency. The man threw back the drink with what felt like the sort of gusto usually saved for a shot and Tyrian found himself a'swirl around an unhappy tongue. There was no way to win; every which way he looked posed a danger of some kind. The throat was out of the question, but the teeth were equally unappealing.

Normally Tyrian was opinionless when it came to the debate of spit versus swallow but in this instance he was team spit. "Sparrow! Over here!"

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