Meko looked at his grin. It was kinda cruel looking of a smile. Why did that alone bring him a feel of shit...what he going to do with me? He took the coffee and stared at it sort of zombie like. Adding sugar and looked around for creamer. Clearly the man didnâ€™t have any. He hated it black. It was soooo strong. He sighed and just added a lot more sugar. He started to drink the strong coffee after mixing it thoroughly. â€œUgh...this is horrible.â€ He said in protest. Still he drank it until he was gone. Shuddering and making a cute face of displeasure and disliking.<br/><br/>He stood up and looked at him. Almost completely awake because of that coffee. Giving a somewhat hyperactive fae coffee...not exactly the smartest thing Taylor has probably ever done. It wasnâ€™t even two moments before Meko was twitching and moving around like he was fighting against himself. He was. He was fighting hyperactivity. He began bouncing in place a bit. Moving around like he couldnâ€™t stand still. He was wide awake and extremely alert. He was also extremely hyper.<br/><br/>He followed the man quickly over to the couch. Watching in awe as the guy revealed a secret room. â€œAWESOME SAUCE!â€ He cried out in a hyper teenager way. â€œIncognito secret hide away room! SWEEEEEEET!â€ He said. He was moving around like he couldnâ€™t sit still. He couldnâ€™t really. He heard the hollar and jumped down. Walking around and looked. â€œHoly crap...you could arm an army with all these weapons.â€ He said in shock. He didnâ€™t know how to use anything here except the knife. He seriously got lucky with the shot from that strange looking gun. He blinked. â€œIt is hot down here. Like a sauna or walking through a desert.â€ he groaned. â€œHot...â€ he said. Messing with the shirt. Trying to make it looser so he would feel less hot.<br/><br/>â€œYou said we were training but why we gotta be up before even the roosters?â€ He asked. Shifting around all hyperly. Looking around and taking everything in. His photographic memory storing where everything was. He could literally by the time he was done photographicing everything to memory destroy the room and put it back exactly as it had been. He walked to the knives. â€œWow...only seen a couple of these types of knifes. Seriously the only weapon I know how to use. Throwing range only. Hijoni, an older guy of the gypsy caravan I was in, was a master knife thrower. He taught me. It was kinda fun actually.â€ When he spoke you could hear the bubbles of energy rippling from his voice.