[PLATONIC]

It was weird to Tweek. Coffee that wasn’t laced with drugs.

So as he stared down at the fresh mug of the black substance, twitching, his mind reeled with how this would be different. He glanced up to you, his adopted parent, “it- it won’t…kill me, right?” His scratchy voice perked up. He hadn’t had coffee since his biological parents were drug busted and lost custody of him.

“It- it won’t taste different either?” His bandaged fingers drummed on the side of the white ceramic cup.