Eliruz
Aspiring Writer
Keenan chuckled softly, the sound resonating and vibrating through his broad chest; the male in front of him gaped, which was beyond cute. Raising a dark brow and squeezing the man's hand that he now knew as Jude. "Thank you, Jude. It's nice to meet you." Keenan replied, his voice deep and smooth with a Brooklyn accent; he'd grown up in a smaller neighborhood and had gotten the accent from his parents. Gazing at the male, he tilted his head slightly and grinned.
"It would seem that way; never thought I'd see this many people here again. It's never as busy as this anymore," the brute looked around and chuckled once more; he remembered when he first here, when the cafe didn't usually get this much business. Turning back to peer at Jude with his brown hues, he rested his coffee on the table and pulled out a chair to sit down in. Keenan hunkered himself down into the chair and grunted softly, his muscles beginning to protest. "I need to get more Icy-Hot for my damn back; hurts like a bitch." He grumbled softly before turning his attention back to Jude, his fingers lifting to comb through his messy locks. "So, what brings you here? Trying to get your fix? Or school work?"
"It would seem that way; never thought I'd see this many people here again. It's never as busy as this anymore," the brute looked around and chuckled once more; he remembered when he first here, when the cafe didn't usually get this much business. Turning back to peer at Jude with his brown hues, he rested his coffee on the table and pulled out a chair to sit down in. Keenan hunkered himself down into the chair and grunted softly, his muscles beginning to protest. "I need to get more Icy-Hot for my damn back; hurts like a bitch." He grumbled softly before turning his attention back to Jude, his fingers lifting to comb through his messy locks. "So, what brings you here? Trying to get your fix? Or school work?"