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[ I've never been one to write my thoughts down, truthfully I try to avoid them when possible but I feel as if I'm going to burst if I just keep them inside. Morgan suggested journaling, but as I sit here, pen in hand, blank paper in front of me, I feel stupid. What am I meant to write? My feelings? I feel like shit, what more is there to it? Maybe it would be easier if I could just turn my thoughts into music, but I don't think I could do well with lyrics, I'll just feel even more stu...

One may think that Carmen would avoid going to outside cafes having spent most of his time in them due to being a barista. The sloth bun had decided on a whim to go to a place called Paradise Cafe, a coffee house that held it's base inside the heavenly embassy. This would be Carmen's first trip to the embassy, the elevator up to the Cherbun's cloudy home had been intimidating to say the least. Pushing the door open to the cafe, a bell rang signaling his entrance. "Welcome in." Beanny s...

The smell of coffee was always welcomed; it provided a sense of comfort to Carmen, even if he wasn’t one of those people they dubbed a ‘coffee snob.’ He was working the espresso station, his preferred spot during his shift as it provided a lot of busy work and kept him available to chat when he’d hand off drinks to customers. It was a normal, busy afternoon as it would be every day. Hearing the ring of the door opening, Carmen didn’t even lift his head as he offered the typical chee...