Where Is He?!

Fergal was still in the room.

Zachary soon got over his mood and went back to watching Fergal. At least he knew his name now.

Fergal poked the machine. Why was the coffee not coming out?

Zachary wondered if he would be able to help.

Fergal sighed.

Zachary decided to try anyway, getting up and going over, "Like some help?"

"How does this work?"

"Uh..." Zachary pushed a few buttons, a confised look on his face, obviously just trying things, and the machine worked.

(OOC: brb shower)

"Ah! Thanks!"

(OOC: I'll probs be gone by then, so night)

"You're welcome..." Zachary replied, looking at the machine head tilted, obviously confused as to how he had managed to get it working.

"Do you understand how you did that?"

"Uh...I think I might be able to do it again...but otherwise...I don't think so..."

"Right..."

Zach bit down on his lower lip, thinking, head tilted.

He took the drink.

Zachary decided to give up on thinking. He would get a headache.

Fergal twitched his nose.

Zachary turned away from the machine.

Fergal took a sip.

Zachary sighed lightly, running his hand through his short blonde hair. He probably looked like an idiot now.

Fergal liked coffee.

Zachary leant against the wall, eyes drifting to Fergal.

Fergal was sipping his coffee, twitching his nose.

Zachary watched him, head tilted slightly.

Fergal sighed, sitting down.