[ It's a snide comment that Fuuta mutters into his glass of water, too annoyed by Charlie to hold his tongue, but not yet incensed enough to say it properly out loud; maybe if Charlie is lucky he'll be able to make out those words in between the ambient noise of the restaurant, but otherwise, Fuuta sure isn't going to draw any attention to them.
Especially not when his waiter slides his cocktail before him the next moment.
The fact that it's been brought out so quickly does earn a blink, but Fuuta otherwise accepts it without much thought, giving their waiter a small nod in thanks before picking up the glass to take a small sip. ... it's good, actually. Much better than he'd expected? There's a trace of obvious surprise in the way he pulls the glass away to look at it for a moment, reflexively licking his lips -- it's sweet but not too sweet, with a nice kick that reminds him of ginger tea, tingly on the tongue without being medicinal. Fuuta takes another sip, and doesn't lower the little glass even as he shoots Charlie an unimpressed look. ]
And what are you, a five year old? Liking sweets at that age ... [ A slightly overdramatic sigh before he takes another sip. Despite what he said, he sure is underestimating this drink, just because it doesn't taste that alcohol-forward. ] I mean, I guess you can like what you want? But you know it always looks weird when guys like sweets too much, right. You should probably at least sound kind of embarrassed talking about liking cookies.
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[ It's a snide comment that Fuuta mutters into his glass of water, too annoyed by Charlie to hold his tongue, but not yet incensed enough to say it properly out loud; maybe if Charlie is lucky he'll be able to make out those words in between the ambient noise of the restaurant, but otherwise, Fuuta sure isn't going to draw any attention to them.
Especially not when his waiter slides his cocktail before him the next moment.
The fact that it's been brought out so quickly does earn a blink, but Fuuta otherwise accepts it without much thought, giving their waiter a small nod in thanks before picking up the glass to take a small sip. ... it's good, actually. Much better than he'd expected? There's a trace of obvious surprise in the way he pulls the glass away to look at it for a moment, reflexively licking his lips -- it's sweet but not too sweet, with a nice kick that reminds him of ginger tea, tingly on the tongue without being medicinal. Fuuta takes another sip, and doesn't lower the little glass even as he shoots Charlie an unimpressed look. ]
And what are you, a five year old? Liking sweets at that age ... [ A slightly overdramatic sigh before he takes another sip. Despite what he said, he sure is underestimating this drink, just because it doesn't taste that alcohol-forward. ] I mean, I guess you can like what you want? But you know it always looks weird when guys like sweets too much, right. You should probably at least sound kind of embarrassed talking about liking cookies.