Going to the coffee shop was usually an excuse for Johnny to try and do some reading. He had no idea why he couldn't read at home. Apparently it just seemed to go hand in hand with a coffee, and so most of the time he stayed in the shop to finish it. It was also an excuse to get out of his house when he wasn't working, the bar tender trying to occasionally remind himself what daylight was.
He looked up at the noise of the chair shifting, and that voice. It was a very, very familiar voice that sent a shiver rolling down his spine as he subconsciously flicked his tongue over his lips. "Hey," Johnny replied, his gaze looking over Wylie from his mohawk to the Chuck Taylors. "Wow... Almost don't recognise you with clothes on."
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Date: 2011-04-05 08:38 am (UTC)He looked up at the noise of the chair shifting, and that voice. It was a very, very familiar voice that sent a shiver rolling down his spine as he subconsciously flicked his tongue over his lips. "Hey," Johnny replied, his gaze looking over Wylie from his mohawk to the Chuck Taylors. "Wow... Almost don't recognise you with clothes on."