(Empty tea cups where before they had been full. The tea pots are surely full, though and he feels that unnatural compulsion gnawing at his spirit. It makes him want to pour himself another cup and he finds himself reaching to grab onto Shinjiro's sleeve. He needs to ground himself but likewise, he needs to keep Shinjiro from also giving into the impulse. His fingers are stiff and he can't hold on very tight but the way he can feel them creak is enough to snap him back to attention for now, )
It was bitter and strong.
(And he looks over. He recognizes the cup he'd drunk from by its design and in it, traces of a black tea remain. His mouth goes dry and he tightens his grip on Shinjiro and it hurts to move his hand like this and he grits his teeth,)
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It was bitter and strong.
(And he looks over. He recognizes the cup he'd drunk from by its design and in it, traces of a black tea remain. His mouth goes dry and he tightens his grip on Shinjiro and it hurts to move his hand like this and he grits his teeth,)
Black.