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projecting my own cravings onto innocent characters...
I glance quickly around the room as we enter the cafeteria, and Tatsumi heads immediately to pour himself some tea. Despite what he said the eating area is empty but for Hisoka sitting on his own at a table, absorbed in a piece of paper and with an abandoned cup of coffee beside him. He's wearing that orange Tshirt again, the one he knows I hate because it looks so – ooh! Tatsumi has donuts!
"Ne, Tatsumi?" I wander over hesitantly.
He sighs and holds out the box, still concentrating on stirring milk into his tea. Personally I've never seen the point of that – if I drink tea at all, I have it black. With two sugars. Possibly three. Okay, four at the very most.
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*sweatdrop* I wonder if I may be taking this dependency on sugar just the teensiest bit too far. Meh, it amuses me to write. It stays. Tea with sugar sounds real good right about now, though. Maybe it'll keep me awake enough to finish this damn scene.
"Ne, Tatsumi?" I wander over hesitantly.
He sighs and holds out the box, still concentrating on stirring milk into his tea. Personally I've never seen the point of that – if I drink tea at all, I have it black. With two sugars. Possibly three. Okay, four at the very most.
~ ~ ~
*sweatdrop* I wonder if I may be taking this dependency on sugar just the teensiest bit too far. Meh, it amuses me to write. It stays. Tea with sugar sounds real good right about now, though. Maybe it'll keep me awake enough to finish this damn scene.