[He's moving to refill the ice trays when there's a distinct clunk, a subtle spattering. Again, it's surprising that wasn't a result of her breakfast being thrown his way, but an over the shoulder glance leaves him with an unimpressive view.
His lips are drawn into a firm line.]
What you require is a straw. You won't be wasteful.
[Not that he has any reason in particular to salvage the spilt juice -- he's never truly known poverty, for example. He's just...not in the best of moods.
no subject
His lips are drawn into a firm line.]
What you require is a straw. You won't be wasteful.
[Not that he has any reason in particular to salvage the spilt juice -- he's never truly known poverty, for example. He's just...not in the best of moods.
As dictated by this morning's subject matter.]