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The one thing about starbucks in the heart of Vancouver BC was it was always busy. It didn't matter there was a location once every block or two, all of them were ALWAYS busy.

It took him longer than usual to get his tea, yes he understood the irony of getting tea from starbucks who is known for their coffee. He would once and a while drink a coffee too, but usually it left him way too energized so he would stick to his tea instead for the time being.

Sitting in the corner he slumped down in his chair, taking time with his drink and eating the slice of lemon cake he also ordered. He couldn't deny why he was here, a mix of boredom with his free time and the fact he actually enjoyed people watching. The latter was something he wouldn't tell the average person, being usually frowned upon.

Quinn had gotten up from his original seat and was walking away when he noticed something strange. Was that... animals? His original thoughts went towards the gross, was there possibly animals behind the Starbucks staff door? On instinct her turned, and frowned.

How had he not noticed this before?

Sitting almost as if nothing was wrong there was a table stacked high with cages. Yes, cages. It was as if a wandering salesman of exotic creatures had decided to park themselves in the middle of the Starbucks maze. 'Exotic' being a incredibly loose term. He stared at the cages longer than he really should have, even unconsciously taking a step in their direction. Clearly he was seeing things, because they surely did not look like creatures from this earth...

As soon as his mind caught up to what he was doing, realizing that he was possibly seeing things again, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and quickly tried to make a hasty exit.

He didn't bother to stop the slight squeak that resulted from the sudden grip on his shoulder, not that anyone really could hear it ion the busy store.

Either way Quinn soon found himself staring down at the shorter man with a forced blank expression. His eyes flicked to the disgusting thing, and back towards the man. "I-i do't know what you're talking about. Nothing is there." Anyone with eyes could tell Quinn was lying though his teeth. The more the minipet squirmed the more Quinn shrank back, trying to get away from the man and the gross thing.

He kept chanting 'i am not crazy' as he did so.

"wha- NO." Too late, he caught it out of reflex in one hand when it was flung at him. The second he touched it he tried to drop it like it was hot, only to find it latching on and refusing to let go. "Nononono." He whispered to himself, " i am not crazy i am not crazy what the hell is this ohgod its going to eat me-"

The thing was growing like some sort of mutant potato, and its scream was enough to make his eyes water. Any sort of dignity was tossed out the door as he ran towards the bathroom the 'salesman' had already vanished in to. Quinn banged on the door using the hand the thing was in, his other hand preoccupied with trying to stop the vines from wrapping around his neck. "You win you win." He hissed loudly, talking to the door. "I can see the damn thing getitoffme."

"PLEASE." So about that dignity he tossed out the door....

The first words that popped into his head were stranger danger.

Still recovering from being thrown into a wall even, he pressed his body against it and tried to scoot around it towards the door. Holy s**t how and the hell did he get into this predicament? "UHM can you please remove this creature trying to kill me?" He of course meant the minipet that was still trying to eat him or something...

Though part of him wondered now who the bigger threat was. Maybe he should just scream, screaming sounded like a good choice at the moment. "Clearly you need to get back to trying to sell things to people, what if someone wanted to buy things?" More like selling illegal contraband, how the heck did Starbucks allow him to get away with that?

Quinn was suddenly 100% certain at this very moment he never wanted to know what sort of hobbies this stranger liked to indulge in. Judging from his shirt to his 'i hate everyone' mentality, he wondered if the local loonie bin was missing a person.

There was no way a human could move that fast, it was impossible... and yet somehow happened; Quinn was suddenly pretty certain he might be in an episode of the twilight zone. Though unless he was mistaken, that cold metallic gun barrel currently pressed against his head was plenty real enough for him - dream or not. He always heard if you died in dream you die for real. He had no desire what so ever to test this theory.

This stranger was clearly the bigger threat currently in this room, maybe if the potato thing suffocated him the human would forget to shoot him. Though honestly, both options sucked. Not wanting to piss off the person asking questions about his question, (like if he meant presently or in general) he answered truthfully in the sense of if he was happy in this very moment. "No."

He was more concerned about the barrel of the gun still pressed against his head than the fact the kid seemed to be tweeting at the same time. Or whatever he was doing.

The next question came without much of a pause. It was even said in a clearly unimpressed or even bored tone. Was this kid some sort of serial killer? He was comfortable around guns and dragging in victims. Was Quinn about to become some sort of statistic?

Even so he thought about the question, he dare not think too long. Was the stranger trigger happy? " i - uh. Yes?" Was that the right answer? Yes he wished to be more than a serial killer stat thank you.

".... Am i allowed questions in turn?" It was a risk.