[That pause is an awfully long one. His head tilts closer to Takasugi's, ignoring how questionable he seems overall. The movement around his hand has him looking over once more, brows slightly furrowed -- contemplative but without concern.]
You have the worst taste in alcohol.
[On one hand, he can continue being monotonous in complaining about Takasugi's tastes in alcohol simply for the sake of doing so. On the other hand, he could down the drink just to get it out of the way. He's exercised both methods before. In the past, the latter's earned a refill.
The former's an awfully boring option, still.
Seeming to favor the material against his fingers rather than his skin, he'll go ahead and single-handedly tip the glass against his lips. He'll ascertain that advice as a challenge for the sake of it all -- the asininity of the evening. Worse has stung his throat and made him feel like upchucking.
When the glass finds a spot atop the counter, it's void of liquid.
And his face is scrunched up distastefully. Tast like NyQuil.]
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You have the worst taste in alcohol.
[On one hand, he can continue being monotonous in complaining about Takasugi's tastes in alcohol simply for the sake of doing so. On the other hand, he could down the drink just to get it out of the way. He's exercised both methods before. In the past, the latter's earned a refill.
The former's an awfully boring option, still.
Seeming to favor the material against his fingers rather than his skin, he'll go ahead and single-handedly tip the glass against his lips. He'll ascertain that advice as a challenge for the sake of it all -- the asininity of the evening. Worse has stung his throat and made him feel like upchucking.
When the glass finds a spot atop the counter, it's void of liquid.
And his face is scrunched up distastefully. Tast like NyQuil.]