Teaman

Teaman and Tea

Teaman, the leader of tea time. The man who began it all, and the man who was ok with me writing this about him. Totally he came online hours after we decided to write it BUT THATS IRRELEVANT!
Teaman, he loved his tea. Milk and 2 sugars, the perfect blend. Boil the kettle, grab a singular teabag from the fresh box of teabags, newly bought last week, thoroughly used. Place it ever so carefully into the centre of his pride mug, as the tea bag falls it passes through rings of red, orange, yellow then green and blue before hitting the purple bottom. This is where it rests before being suffocated by grains of sugar, sugar that only melts away with water so hot it could peel the flesh off of an unsuspecting victim. Milk followed, poured from hopefully a jug of milk but knowing teaman... it could be swimming.
The tea was now ready. He sat back on his chair ready to drink his hot cuppa tea. Except he forgot to grab his tea before sitting so now he has to get back up to get it and sit back down. His mood being set for the day after thus moment. Bliss.
Teaman sat there, thinking to himself, why did he have to get his tea again? Why did he have ro waist his time to get the tea from the counter, why couldnt someone else have done it for him? Teaman or Kari has hes known as by his peers got along with anyone, yet he still lived alone. In a house he hoped when he was younger that would be filled with bit- filled with friends, partying, having fun but no hes alone, no boyfriend. Talking to himself about tea while a narrator (hey look its me) overlooks and judges his life up untill this moment. So, kari had an idea.