So you say, and yet you're fine being completely useless and devoid of any actual value for the situation.

Or so it seems. ( he responds coolly. in reality, this was probably... a form of his own breed of a temper tantrum (ver. lite), but well. even that was soon to be alleviated. still, he waits patiently. almost as counting the seconds internally.

then, as chuya asks... ) Oh, I have no doubt you'll thank me. After all—

( though, mid-sentence, he stops. permitting a bit of a lag in his previous starter and his next set of words. ) Look. It appears it's already out. ( after a moment of his back turned, he faces chuya once more. drink in hand. or well, sort of.






instead, he's carrying what appears to be... a glorified dog bowl. without further ado, he sets it down on the floor. ) Drink up. Since you spoke about "wasting space," I thought for someone as considerate as you, I would follow suit and conserve spots on the counter for actual people. ( aka, ur an animal...

enjoy ur shitto!! ) Don't hold back on account of me.