[He takes one sip, and suddenly it's like there's a dark cloud over his head. He freezes in complete astonishment - this coffee is terrible! Terrible! He can't drink this. But does he make a fuss about it, or drink it all anyway to prove a point, just in case Tamaki did it on purpose...? Neither of them seem like very good options.
Deciding on a method to rid himself of this burden, he puts the cup down - cushioning its placement with the side of his pinky; old habits die hard - and leans back casually, sticking an arm behind himself to support his weight.]
You can take it away now. Turns out I didn't want it after all. [Said with a careless, one-hand-raised shrug, while looking away. If he can't enjoy a coffee, at least he can take a shot at making it look like an intentional waste of time.]
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Deciding on a method to rid himself of this burden, he puts the cup down - cushioning its placement with the side of his pinky; old habits die hard - and leans back casually, sticking an arm behind himself to support his weight.]
You can take it away now. Turns out I didn't want it after all. [Said with a careless, one-hand-raised shrug, while looking away. If he can't enjoy a coffee, at least he can take a shot at making it look like an intentional waste of time.]