Aaaand just Basil's luck-It was the fucking cafe he worked at. Motherfucker-he stiffened up, holding on to his bag tighter as he caught Morgan's scent again-aaaand promptly blurted out-
"MOTHER OF-"
Basil walked over and gave him his drink
"Here,,,"
He scowled at the staring customers
"Unless y'all wanna pay his bill I'd suggest you stop staring-he's a paying customer and if y'all can't handle that then take your orders and go. Got it!?"
His hands were on his hips, staring them down with surprising ferocity-he wasn't exactly physically intimidating-it was more like being yelled at by your pissed off mom-which was scary in its own right.