[Alhaitham sits in a chair pulled slightly away from the table, pen to the journal in his lap and watching as Tsurumaru approaches and regards the tea laid out. Alhaitham hasn't drank it--he's felt the urge, of course, and then compressed it deep down with the realization that if he's being tempted it is a manipulation into something he would not want.
He can't stop anyone else from giving it a try, though. Or won't. It's all the same result, which is him watching to record the consequences of other people's actions.
So he watches with intent as Tsurumaru picks up the cup, as he drinks front it, and as the light glints strangely and there's the subtle tink of metal on wood.
Alhaitham sits up and leans forward to see what's wrong.]
Tea Break
He can't stop anyone else from giving it a try, though. Or won't. It's all the same result, which is him watching to record the consequences of other people's actions.
So he watches with intent as Tsurumaru picks up the cup, as he drinks front it, and as the light glints strangely and there's the subtle tink of metal on wood.
Alhaitham sits up and leans forward to see what's wrong.]