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Zane Byrne

"What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?"

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a character in “You Light Up My World”, originally authored by lightningpoint, as played by RolePlayGateway

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The darker the night, the brighter the stars.




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| n a m e |
Joseph Zane Byrne


| n i c k n a m e |
Zane {used by everyone since he introduces himself with this name}
Byrne {used by his work partners and close friends}
Joey {only used by his mother and sister}


| a g e |
Twenty-six


| g e n d e r |
Male


| f a c e c l a i m |
Colton Haynes




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| h a i r |
Zane has chesnut brown hair, short at the sides and long at the top. He usually combs it into a small and neat quiff when he goes to work, but on his free days he sports a look that says 'I just got out of bed' when actually he styled his hair to look like that.


| e y e s |
He has green-blue eyes, and they usually change depending the color of the shirt he's wearing.


| h e i g h t & w e i g h t |
6'1 {1.85 cm}
187lbs {85 kg}


| i n d e p h t |
A good word to describe Zane's physical appearance would be handsome. His strong jaw and high cheekbones look like they could belong in the cover of any high-fashion magazine. He's always been tall enough, never actually towering over people. He has a long torso, lean and fit, due to constantly working out to stay in shape for his job as Deputy. If you asked his mother who he looked like most, she'd say his father, but if you asked his father, he'd say his mother. He has a little bit of both; his nose and lips are mostly his mother's, but his eyes, build, height and hair are without a doubt his father's. Zane is very attractive and he knows it; usually using his good looks in his advantage, like flirting his way out of a speeding ticket when he's caught driving over the speed limit with his motorcycle.





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| p e r s o n a l i t y |
How Zane looks like, is how he acts like. He's cocky, flirty, and a little intimidating with a few raised eyebrows here, and half-smirks there. He's a very complex man, with the personality of a snotty rich boy, and the attitude of a true policeman. He's all about helping people and putting others before himself. He's witty, smart, and knows how to handle women perfectly. He's a gentleman, but not loyal at all. He's always going around with different girls on the weekends and never goes out twice with one. He's a classic guy, loves old movies, musicians like the great Frank Sinatra, and classic books that kids usually read for their English classes. He has a soft spot for his family; he loves them, and some could say he's a momma's boy. You won't see him cry easily; he's not a sentimental guy. Surprisingly, he doesn't drink alcohol (only wine on special events and dates), but he does get angry when things don't go the way he's planned and is a very jealous guy. But give him a cat or any animal at all and he turns into Mr. Soft Boy again.


| l i k e s|
āˆš Animals
āˆš Old Vinyls
āˆš Motorcycles
āˆš Nature
āˆš Cigars
āˆš Red Wine
āˆš Reading
āˆš Working Out
āˆš Watches
āˆš Running


| d i s l i k e s |
āœ• Rodents (he's allergic to them)
āœ• Reality TV
āœ• Clingy Girls
āœ• Commitment
āœ• Working Night Shifts
āœ• Video Games
āœ• Romance Movies
āœ• Workaholics
āœ• Being Wrong





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| h i s t o r y |

Zane was born on June 13th, 1988. His parents had been married for just a year then, and already had another daughter; Zaneā€™s older sister, Aspen. They lived a relaxing life in a small Floridian town near the Gulf coast, until his mother discovered that her husband had been cheating on her with their neighbor when Zane was ten.

Turns out Zaneā€™s parents werenā€™t soul mates, and his dad had found his after marrying a woman he thought he belonged with. And so they divorced, leaving Zaneā€™s mom heartbroken. They moved to the West Coast, looking to start a new life, and have stayed there ever since. Zane and Aspen changed their last names, and adopted their motherā€™s after the divorce.

Zane grew up as the playground bully. He would threaten little kids and make fun of everyone, often getting into trouble with the teachers. He then turned into a rebellious teenager, usually disobeying the rules and drinking until unholy hours of the night. But after an accident {car crash} that killed his best friend, a switch turned inside of him. He changed his attitude completely and decided to join the law enforcement career to save and change lives.

Now Zane lives in a small bachelor pad near the police station he works at, and his family has multiplied in the last couple of years. He has a half-brother, a step-mom, a brother-in-law and a pregnant sister that hopefully will give birth to a healthy baby that will be his nephew.

He had never heard stories about the colors people saw after they met their other half, until his sister found hers. She tried describing the red of the carpet, the blue of the sky, and the yellow of the bananas to him but he just couldnā€™t understand. Zane grew very curious about it, and tried finding his soul mate all around the city. But after years of failure he has given up and lost hope on ever finding true love. Now heā€™s turned into a ā€˜playerā€™ who never sleeps with a woman twice.



| f a m i l y |

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Tabitha Byrne / 46 / Mother
"I love my mom more than anything else in life; she is the light to my darkness as cheesy as it may sound."

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Aspen Quinn {neƩ Byrne} / 28 / Sister
"She may be a pain in the ass sometimes, but she's a ton of fun to hang out with. She gives the best advice and I know I can always count on her."

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Tobias Quinn / 29 / Brother-In-Law
"Tobias is like an older brother to me, and he's the best guy my sister could have married."

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Ezra Bennet / 46 / Father
"Ever since he cheated on my mom, and they later divorced, I've held a grudge against him. But he is my dad and I've learned to appreciate and respect him again."

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Yolanda Bennet {neƩ Lopez} / 40 / Step-Mother
"I used to hate her, but when I forgave my dad and started spending more time with him and his new wife, I discovered that she's not as bad as she seems."

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Dalton Bennet / 15 / Half-Brother
"Out of my parents' divorce, he is the best thing that came out of it. I hate sounding emotional, but I love him with all my life."



So begins...

Zane Byrne's Story

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Rain had begun falling in the city of San Francisco, California not long ago. At the beginning it seemed to be only a drizzle, but it had soon turned into a complete downpour. Though it may only be 5 in the evening, the dark clouds have blocked the bright sun. What a dreary Monday.
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One could always tell whether someone had met their soul mate or not. Maybe it was something in a person's eyes. Or was it the skip in their step? Katelyn could never tell. She hadn't met her soul mate, no, her world was still grey scale. Everything was like a black and white picture. She didn't know what colors were what - only that they contrasted one another. The day had gone by slowly for the dark haired girl. Always finishing work at the bistro at 2, she had plenty of time to study for the upcoming exam. Her Mother always laughed at the girls ambitions, saying she was practically studying unemployment. Though Katelyn laughed with her Mother's jest, she couldn't help but feel discouraged at the statement. The girl wanted to be the J.K Rowling of her time. The Tolken of the modern word. A poetic savant like Shakespeare. Katelyn wanted to create a master piece with ink. To make a world pop up from paper to help the reader escape the dullness of reality.

Reading had always been an escape for Katelyn. Whenever the tides were tough, she picked up a book and got lost in the pages. People made fun of her for this her entire high school career, but she ignored them. She knew she wanted to be an author, despite the world telling her to pick a more "practical" career.

Outside the thunder lit up the dreary sky, but inside her apartment the candles on her table and the book light connected to her hardcover version of Vince Flynn's American Assassin novel were the only sources of light. Action novels weren't her typical genre of choice, but she had gotten this book to try to branch out her knowledge. A good author must get an understanding of all they can, right? The only thing Katelyn couldn't get a hands on knowledge of, was the world of love and color. Katelyn had never been in love, sure she had had boyfriends in the past - but it was never anything serious. Boyfriends meant nothing to her. Her soul mate was the thing she searched for.

Writing a novel and trying to describe what the sky was supposed to look like was a hard thing to do when one didn't really know themselves. Was it a light shade of blue, green, red, or even purple? She didn't know. Without those details she wouldn't be able to make a story come to life, and she only relied on what she read and what she had learned from others to fill in those missing pieces.

Katelyn coughed in the dimly lit room, her nose filled with the scent of the raspberry candles. Raspberries were her favorite thing. They tasted tart yet sweet. It was a contrast she enjoyed. Looking down at the pages and realizing her was half way done with the book she sighed. What a productive day she thought to herself. On a usual day Katelyn wouldn't be one to eat out unless required to. Upon looking at her empty fridge however - her mind was quickly changed. The difficulties of being an adult, you had to stock your own food. Katelyn hated shopping, only going when she knew what she really needed. Though she could shop all day for books. Katelyn didn't consider that shopping however, she considered it browsing. There was one good place in town she felt relatively comfortable going to eat, and that was the lazy dinner joint about a half a block from her apartment. It always had some person playing live music, and the food there was always home made. It had a laid back feel about it that she greatly enjoyed.

Grabbing her umbrella and a black jacket she headed out of her apartment to face the rain, and to hopefully get herself something to sate her grumbling stomach.
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Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.




If there was anything Zane loved more than his motorcycle or food, were rainy days. He enjoyed the sound of water droplets hitting the pavement in a rhythmic pattern, and the childrenā€™s giggles echoing down the streets as they all jumped around the puddles in the sidewalks.

Today had been a long and tiring day for Zane. He had to show up at the station at six oā€™clock sharp in the morning to start his nine-hour shift. Being a policeman was a great honor for him, but today the day went by uneventfully, leaving him sitting in his desk all morning and mid-afternoon making paper airplanes and aiming them at his co-workers. When his shift ended, he headed back to his small bachelor pad and took a long relaxing shower, trying to wash away all the stress he had been carrying over the weekend. He had gone on a date with a girl a couple of days back, and it had gone more than great. She was a gorgeous woman, who studied medicine at a local university, and loved classic movies as he did too. But she wasnā€™t his soul mate.

Sometimes it angered Zane how other people could see colors but he couldnā€™t, just because he hadnā€™t found his ā€œstupid other half or whateverā€. Why couldnā€™t it be easier? Why couldnā€™t he just push a button on a radar, and instantly find where his soul mate was waiting for him? Life was so complicated sometimes and Zane just couldnā€™t understand why.

Why, why, why.

It was already 5 in the afternoon when Zane checked his wristwatch. He had changed out of his police uniform and into a comfortable pair of dark-washed jeans, along with a white crew neck and a black leather jacket. After grabbing a pair of keys from a small table near the door, he made his way down the steps of the apartment building he lived at and into the small underground garage, where his motorcycle was parked. He quickly put his helmet on and drove away into the lonely streets of San Francisco. For a popular touristic city, ā€œSan Franā€ looked very gloomy and people-less today, Zane could point that out. He slowly drove to a stop, parking near a small coffee shop with the name Streetcorner Coffee posted neatly on top of the glass doors.

Zane wasnā€™t really a coffee kind of person; personally, he preferred tea. But today, something about the little and modern-looking coffee shop caught his eye. Maybe it was the bold shade of black and white that adorned its interior, but something had made him stop there. He hopped off his motorcycle and shoved his hands into his jacketā€™s pockets, walking a bit faster as the rain came down harder over him. He sure liked the rain, but he didnā€™t enjoy getting his favorite jeans soaked. He rushed inside the shop, a quiet ding signaling his entrance. He shook some of the water droplets from his jacket, and made his way further into the coffee shop.

The line of costumers moved quite quickly, and soon enough it was Zaneā€™s turn to order. He looked over the menu boards and decided on getting just a plain black coffee. He then turned to look down at the counter; the girl behind it was pretty, pixie-like pretty. With a cute face and blonde curls framing her face. But she was too innocent-looking for Zaneā€™s taste, and he rather liked exotic-looking girls much more.

ā€œHey,ā€ he greeted smirking slightly, ā€œIā€™d like to order some black coffee and a brownie, please.ā€

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Aurora Queen was not a happy camper.

You see, today started normal enough. She actually liked rainy days and was pleasantly satisfied throughout the majority of the day. Before she made it to the office, Aurora grabbed a nice caramel mocha and well, that set the tone for the rest of the day. She got through two board meetings with her boss and companion, Stephen, helped Felicia down in Human Resources with her computer (how the hell do you forget to put on your anti-virus software on your new computer?), and she even fixed the internet connection in the entire building. And when five pm came by, she was ready to go, pleased with work today.

Only for Stephen to call her again.

"Understand something, Steph," Aurora said very slowly into her phone, her voice hard and her fingers gripping the device with strength that would surprise many who didn't know her. When Aurora had a plan, she was very set in her way and determined to get it done. And Stephen calling her now - at such an impromptu time - was not okay. She walked with a purpose, long legs stretching to accommodate for her long strides. The flaps to her outerwear parted just delicately to reveal her attire; she had been in such a haste that she forgot to wrap the cord. Her hair billowed behind her, no doubt about to curl up because of the droplets of water. She had forgotten her umbrella at the office. "I worked my -"

A child and their mother strolled on by, the little girl's ringlets bouncing on her tiny, delicate shoulders. Aurora grit her teeth. When she cursed, you knew she was particularly peeved. But the fact that she had somehow retained a certain amount of self-control said a lot about her patience. She took a deep breath before speaking again.

"I worked very hard to get where I am and it wasn't so that I could fetch you coffee," she said sharply, heels clicking on the polished floors of the Streetcorner CafƩ. Their building was only ten minutes away, a good distance for her to walk and cool down. Stephen apparently needed to hold another meeting, one where she could be excluded from. Their partner from Russia was still in town and really wanted to go over the deals they were setting. And that was fine, truly. The company had suffered a major loss when one of their shareholders dropped and everyone had been working very hard to compensate for it. At the same time, it was raining and while Aurora's coat made her feel comfortable, she wanted to be at home in a hot, scented bath with bubbles, a glass of red wine, and her Kindle.

Not fetching them beverages.

"I know and I promise, I will pay you back, love," Stephen swore on the other line and Aurora rolled her eyes, stepping behind the male at the counter. She told Stephen that she would return in about twenty minutes and took everyone's orders, awaiting her turn behind the man. If only they would hurry up.

"Well, there better be Rothschild at my door in three days. That's how much my time is worth, you jerk," she snapped and hung up. It wasn't that she didn't like Stephen. On the contrary, she loved the man. He was one of her closest male friends and probably the only employer who would allow her to be so forward and angry. He let her be her, which had always been the defining point of their friendship.

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Jezebel stood at the register, helping the line of customers go by. Another worker, a hard working fellow that had a god complex the size of Manhattan and Jezebel didn't quite like, was making the coffee as she called it out to him. He wasn't a bad worker, but his temper was legendary and Jezebel stayed out of his way if he stayed out of hers.

The floor was getting wet with the influx of people finding shelter from the storm, and she sighed. She'd have to stay late to mop, again. She didn't mind rain but she liked it much better when cleaning it up wasn't her job. She worked smoothly and with a smile on her face, like she always did. At work she was all smiles and thank you's.

It got tips for the tip jar and Jezebel liked tips just as much as anyone. The cafe was mostly occupied by teenagers from in and around campus, though the customer she was serving was a man. He had a vibe about him, like he demanded to be obey.

"One black coffee and a brownie," he said distractedly. Jezebel always wondered why anybody ever ordered plain coffee from a shop. Honestly, black coffee wasn't hard to make, and it would be so much cheaper... it wasn't her place to judge though, so she shrugged and told Garrett, the worker manning the drink machines, what he wanted.

"Of course- three fifty, sir," She said as politely as she could. The man passed the money to her, and she handed him back fifty cents along with the gooey brownie from the glass casing beside her. The next in line was a woman, wearing a medium-gray dress with remarkable stitching.

Jezebel wondered if it would be out of place to ask where she had gotten it from. The pattern was quite pretty as well, and it would be fun to make an outfit out of the fabric. She wondered also what color it really was- it had cool undertones, that much Jezebel's well-trained eye could see. That would put it at medium purple, blue, or green.

"Hello, what can I get you?" she drew her eyes away from the dress to look at the woman, keeping her tone as bright as she could. Jezebel's eyes were drawn away from the woman, however, when a woman came in and immediately made a dash for the bathroom, talking to herself. Jezebel shook her head and smiled before turning back to the woman in front of her.

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There wasn't much to do in the coffee shop while she waited for her coffee. Katelyn was wondering what was taking her best friend so long. Turning over her shoulder she saw a dazed blonde woman, and a smiling Allison. It didn't surprise her that her friend was making more friends. She was the social one after all. She was the funny, sweet, lovable friend everyone really wanted. It was hard for a person to not like Allison. Katelyn however, saw herself in a much different light. Katelyn was the quiet, analytical, sarcastic one. People didn't really seem to gravitate towards her like they did Allison, and honestly she didn't mind. She only needed her one friend.

She sat in the booth reading Lone Survivor patiently while Allison was doing well...Allison things. Though it may have looked like the girl was reading, her mind had wandered off as it normally did. She often stumped herself with ideas of the universe and existence. What damned god made it so one could only see in grey scale? These sorts of thoughts weren't uncommon to the girl. When alone or with her friend often she discussed the ideas in her head, mostly to see how it sounded aloud.

It was only in her nature to be a daydreamer. Her Mother was a dreamer as well. Though her Mother, being the chemist she was, dreamnt of much different things.

Then and there she began getting ideas for the story she was beginning to create. So far she had been creating characters and a world, but when an idea hits one cannot simply let it go away without writing it down. Shifting through her messenger bag she found the small notebook and began scribbling her idea down before it would fade away.
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Around him he watched as people came and go. A man had ordered a few things, and now a brunette and blonde were doing well...something at the counter. Honestly he couldn't really tell what was going on. Now off the phone with his uncle, he went back to his previous activity, scrolling through the internet. His browsing was mostly through reddit. He enjoyed the funny things that people had done or sad, or the obscene memes. Those were the best. He wondered if the memes had color, or if it was grey - just like his dull vision that he wished would change. Though he liked the life of being a single bachelor, wooing ladies left and right - it meant nothing if you couldn't see the true color of something.

He continued drinking the steaming black coffee, taking in the bitter aroma with each short sip. It burnt the back of his throat when he swallowed, but he continued doing so without the slightest flinch.

With no new (interesting) post on reddit he only had one idea in his head of what to do. And that was to rewatch a Sherlock episode in the cafe. Sherlock was one of his favorite shows. He enjoyed the snarky emotionless comments of Sherlock and his companion John always trying to cover up for him.

Isaac had time to waste until dinner, so for now - this was what he was going to do with his time. It was a damn good use of his time if you were to ask him.
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"Stop brooding," Jennifer exclaimed, hand reaching up to smooth the slight furrow in Gabriel's brow. His own hand shot out and closed over her; it was an automatic reaction to the sight of another's presence, his survival instincts quite sharp. Jennifer didn't react like she had three years ago. Instead, she sighed and tilted he head to the side, a rather bored expression on her pretty face.

"I'm not brooding, Jen."

"Yeah, and I was born yesterday" she teased as they entered the cafƩ. Gabriel finally lowered his left arm, which he used to hold up their umbrella.

As he closed the device, Gabriel's eyes took in the vicinity. The small campus cafƩ was not his choice, but Jenny's. Truthfully, leaving the house today was not his plan. He awoke this morning and went on his daily four mile run. Afterwards, he completed a daily work-out session that would probably leave a few of the people he saw now exhausted after the first round. A cup of coffee and a quick shower later, he was working on one of the houses he was selling to a family that would be moving in in the next month. He would have still been there had Jennifer not called him some time after the raining had begun. They hadn't spent as much time together as either would have liked and Gabe did in fact miss his baby sister. She was so busy with trying to graduate this year that they didn't see each other often.

But when she called, he had been outside with his new dog, Lola. The old girl had been left at the pound nearly a year ago and since he got her, she would run off and not come back for hours. She had run outside for some reason, in the pouring rain, glanced back at him, and then ran off. He wasn't afraid that she would not return then, just lightly concerned by the weather. Combined with a level of concern he had for the house's leaky ceiling, then yes, he probably was brooding currently.

"Stop brooding and find us a seat. I think everyone came here to get out of the rain." Jennifer said, taking off her wet coat. She asked for his order and left to head towards the counter. Gabriel then turned to the rest of the people, taking off his own leather jacket to reveal the dark long-sleeved shirt he wore beneath. Scanning the tiny place, he found a small table with only one chair. Beside it, in the corner, was another table with three chairs, a rather pretty brunette seated in one. He could not see her face, only the back of her head which was covered by short brown hair. Sighing, Gabriel made his way over to her and placed his hand on one of the empty chairs.

"Pardon me, Miss. But is anyone occupying this seat?" He called to her gently, hoping that he was not interrupting her.

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Usually Katelyn would scrap her ideas after writing them. She's had rather good ideas, and other very bad ones. As normal with most people. Though even the good ones she would scrap, never finding inspiration to continue with the idea. This one however, seemed much more promising. Katelyn was a huge fan of murder mysteries, or mysteries in general. This idea had a bit of a sci-fi flare to it as well. Sci-fi wasn't her normal genre of choice, but at the moment it felt promising.

It wasn't long after she jotted her fading idea down onto paper when she heard a male voice from the side of her. Finishing the sentence in the journal she looked up at him.
"Pardon me, Miss. But is anyone occupying this seat?" the good looking man said. She blinked at him for a few seconds before actually speaking.
"Uhm, I don't believe so" she said quietly, unaware that her friend was bringing another. Katelyn was wondering what was taking her friend so long. It had to have been at least 7 minutes - was the coffee shop backed up? Normally it wasn't.

Looking behind her to see a strange happy expression on her best friends face, and a woman coming out from behind the corner looking rather bubbly - Katelyn sighed. She knew her friend enjoyed the company of others (regardless of gender), but she didn't really plan on her friend doing that now. All she wanted was her damn coffee and banana bread.

"Actually I think it may be taken as of soon. I apologize, I would of had you taken it otherwise" she stammered before putting a hand to her face. Allison knew Katelyn wasn't particularly good with new people. Even with Allison she could remain her quiet self. People always seemed to find it strange that Allison wasn't very talkative. Others often found it a sign of being anti-social. That wasn't really the case however. She just didn't feel the need to talk all the time. Her Mother had always said that it makes your words more powerful that way. Though now with another person at the table she would just feel...awkward.
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A small, wry smile had twisted it's way onto Isaac's lips as he slowly allowed himself to become enraptured by the humorously impertinent comments of Cumberbatch as Sherlock. Sure, it was an episode that he'd seen before, but that didn't make the various witticisms any less witty, and it allowed his mind to wander. The irony of him taking enjoyment in an ocular pastime such as TV wasn't wasted on him. The monochrome shapes, though stark and clear, and though they also played host to an ample selection of shades in grey-scale, the images always seemed flat. Sometimes it made just as much sense to close his eyes, and just listen to whatever he was trying to watch. That way, he could at least attempt to imagine the colours that were still hidden from him.

Isaac snorted at himself derisively. He wasn't well known for thinking such abstract thoughts, and he was sardonically amused by the path his thoughts had taken to him while John Watson managed to amuse Sherlock with some absurd lack of insight. His lips parted, the smile that had just a moment ago twisted his mouth and his expression into one of mild amusement fading as he sighed and bowed his head. Isaac's eyes closed, and he pressed the palms of his hands against them, rubbing until pale grey blobs flitted across his vision. It was a sign of his frustration; an emotion that he very rarely allowed to be externalised. But then again, he had just remembered the growing pile of school work that was waiting for him, and he probably shouldn't be wasting time on pleasant things like Sherlock. He chuckled softly and shook his head, pulling one hand from his face to grope blindly for his coffee. Yes, he had work. But he knew he'd much rather be slacking off and watching Sherlock.

Silently chiding himself for his somewhat sentimental train of thought, Isaac brought the coffee to his lips. He opened his eyes as he tilted the cup, continuing his viewing of his favourite show as he tipped a little coffee into his mouth. At that same moment, he laughed softly at a forgotten joke from the show, and simultaneously attempted to swallow his drink. In retrospect, it occurred to
Isaac that these were two actions that are not the easiest to complete concurrently, and he promptly inhaled a little of that which was not designed to be inhaled. He coughed, eyes opening as he attempted, rather noisily, to catch his breath, spluttering into his cup which he placed carefully with a solid thump onto the table beside his laptop. Isaac attempted to calm his breathing, and as he rose a hand to brush the tears from his watering eyes, knocked the cup with his elbow.

"Shit!"

The coffee spilled, puddling on the table and trickling towards his laptop. Isaac leaned forwards with an agility that he had been unaware he possessed to scoop his previous tech away from the encroaching brown puddle, muttering an articulate mantra of,"Crap, crap, crap..." The traitorous drink then dripped from the table itself, near to boiling hot and steaming, onto his lap. He swore blindly, pushing back his chair with his laptop held rather comically above his head. He grimaced, cussing blindly under his breath as he attempted to pull his jeans away from his legs to avoid scalding himself further, ignoring the inevitable glances from other occupants of the coffee shop at the sudden commotion he'd caused. What an epic fail... He sighed, and for a moment, just stood there, mind blank as the coffee continued to drip to his now vacant chair.