[While Sigrun's not shaken -- though Zagi had been someone she'd found herself surprisingly close to and Kamui had quickly become someone she'd grown fond of teasing, one died the way he would've wanted to (if he was anything like her) and the other understood the responsibility he took on by doing it -- she is a little worn in the face, if only because she's been talking to others to draw them a little out of their shells and away from the weight on their shoulders. The exhibition of the not-dead Zagi is still a sore point too actually.
Anyway, coffee is like, gross bitter bean water, but at least it's shit Sigrun's more familiar with, so don't mind of she just takes a cup for herself. Maybe it was yours, Stan. Maybe it was for someone else. It's hers now. Not that she's drunken out of it just yet.]
Did you know you're not supposed to chug tea? With cups that small, you'd think otherwise, right?
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Anyway, coffee is like, gross bitter bean water, but at least it's shit Sigrun's more familiar with, so don't mind of she just takes a cup for herself. Maybe it was yours, Stan. Maybe it was for someone else. It's hers now. Not that she's drunken out of it just yet.]
Did you know you're not supposed to chug tea? With cups that small, you'd think otherwise, right?