 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Sniff…
Sniff…
Sniffffff…..
Adam walked into the break room, nose in the air, oversized-purple sunglasses pushed up into his black and (slightly) orange pompadour. His support cane was tucked into his back pocket and the man moved like he didn’t need it.
What was that glorious smell? He wondered still sniffing around. It was the most interestingly bitter, slightly sour, and earthy smell…
Sniff…
Sniff…
Adam wandered round the room sniffing various things until he came to the coffee maker.
”AH!” he exclaimed as he pulled the pot from the maker. He put the thing to his nose and – sniiiiiffffffffffff-------
It was an interesting smell. He wondered how it tasted. He opened his mouth and drank directly from the pot - -
And immediately spat it out.
”HOT!” he exclaimed!
Although the taste hadn't been exactly pleasing or exciting even. Just the small sip left him feeling invigorated! Refreshed!! Stimulated!!!
He proceeded drink again (directly from the pot) the bitter sour earthy black liquid as he looked around the room.
A muffin basket caught his eye and he walked over (still guzzling the coffee from the pot) and started poking a finger at the fluffy tops. It wobbled under his finger. Oooo, he thought. He poked it again, only this time his finger left a hole. He poked another one, leaving another hole. A few more hole-poked muffins later, he paused in his coffee gobbling and picked up a muffin. Not bothering to tap off the paper wrapping, he started shoving it into mouth.
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