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The Tea Shop Meme

The Tea Shop Meme

Just what it says on the tin: you're in a tea shop. Maybe it's your first time, or maybe you're a regular. Maybe you're alone, or with a friend, or a group. Maybe you're celebrating something, or writing the next great novel, or you simply want to sit down and enjoy your tea. Maybe you don't like tea at all; maybe someone dragged you there. Maybe you know more about tea than the proprietor. Maybe you are the proprietor.

Any which way, you're in a tea shop.

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Now ~~sit down and drink your goddamn tea~~ have fun!

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*Castiel is going to stare at the cup of tea as if it's some alien creature. He pokes at it with his finger and makes a face at the heat he feels coming from it and then proceeds to use his spoon to swirl it around and jab some more.*

I do not understand what the point of this is.

*Eames is going to grin like an idiot and stay quiet until Castiel decides to break the silence.*

You drink it, dear.

*Castiel furrows his brow some more and uses the spoon to jab the inside of the cup a few more times.*

But... it is hot.

*Eames continues smiling and wrinkles his nose a bit.*

Then wait.

*As he waits, Castiel picks up a sugar cube and holds it between his thumb and pointer finger. Tilting his head to the side, he stares at it in confusion before sticking it onto his tongue.

And he makes a weird expression a few seconds later.*

*Eames throws his head back and laughs because this is priceless and Cas is adorable.*

*Castiel furrows his brow in more confusion at Eames' laughter, which makes the ridiculous expression on his face look even more ridiculous. He swallows the sugar and licks his lips several times, trying to get the pure taste away.*

I fail to understand what is so funny right now.

*He leans over the table and kisses the sugar off of his lips, grinning cheekily.*

You. You are.

*His nose scrunches up in a silly manner at the kiss and he keeps his hands against the table. A small, almost huffing noise comes from the back of his throat and he turns his head a bit, bumping his nose against Eames'.*

I do not understand how.