[ Now that he's actually had a moment that isn't sugary disgusting terror assaulting his tastebuds and bubbles (why are there bubbles), Rokurou offers the stranger a little grin and weak laugh. Way to lose face with someone immediately ... but it doesn't matter. He's just a daemon, anyway. Something like this should be expected.

Clearing his throat, said daemon returns to his senses and promptly throws the bottle away. The Mountain Dew fizzes somewhere off to the side, as though expressing its anger at being thrown like trash. ]

Haha, well ... normally mountain dew is quite nice, isn't it? I didn't know if it was me or if there's a problem with the mountain it came from. The wildlife there can't be doing well if that's what the water is like.

[ A learning moment, huh? No chance. Rokurou takes back his hand and slowly closes the refrigerator filled with garbage drinks, turned off from trying another. ]

Apologies, did I get you? When I ... [ spat. ]