[ The corner of his mouth hitches up slightly as he searches for mugs in the cabinets, charmed by the way she phrases their previously discussed meeting. There's only one clean cup, so he elects to give that to her, washing coffee dregs out of another before dumping tea bags into them both. His right hand works as deftly as his left, though with a faint grating noise of stone against stone.
He glances back at her again as she continues, his expression darkening slightly, tail twitching catlike above the floor. ]
no subject
He glances back at her again as she continues, his expression darkening slightly, tail twitching catlike above the floor. ]
A matter of unpleasantness?