[How perturbed Solomon is resounds clearly from the sharp clang of metal on counter. It sounds like it could have chipped something; the entire reaction puts a crack in Takasugi's veneer of boredom.
He's wearing a smile now, any and all fatigue drained from his face.
As if this situation calls for some sort of predatory approach.]
Yeah.
[Waves his hand, suddenly now impatient for his beverage. Solely because it might annoy Solomon.] My throat's dry.
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He's wearing a smile now, any and all fatigue drained from his face.
As if this situation calls for some sort of predatory approach.]
Yeah.
[Waves his hand, suddenly now impatient for his beverage. Solely because it might annoy Solomon.] My throat's dry.