[He accepts the mug quietly, wrapping his fingers around it and relishing in the warmth, if nothing else. It's...nice. If nothing else, the smell of tea made traditionally like this, the warmth of the cup...this is all familiar, no matter how far from home they are.]
Thank you.
[After a moment of staring at the cup, he shakes off any and all morbid thoughts, coming back to himself.]
Do you like sweets, Kousetsu? [he was unaware....]
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Thank you.
[After a moment of staring at the cup, he shakes off any and all morbid thoughts, coming back to himself.]
Do you like sweets, Kousetsu? [he was unaware....]