[It's just like home, listening to them bicker. Before everything had fallen apart.
When Fuyuhiko hands Natsumi his cup, Peko doesn't miss a beat, pouring some of the tea from the pitcher into Natsumi's cup now that she has it. And then pouring tea into the second cup, she kneels beside them both.
And promptly holds the cup out to Fuyuhiko without a word. He should know that she's not going to stop holding it out for him until he takes it.
Or well, that was the plan, anyway. Instead, now that there's a cup of warm, steaming liquid close by, her dragon lets out a tiny growl of a chirp and leans forward, clearly trying to get a better whiff. It might be difficult for the two yakuza to see the little thing perched on her shoulder, but she's definitely making her presence known.]
That is not for you, [she admonishes gently. And a little helplessly, because she doesn't... really know what to do?? Can dragons drink tea??]
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When Fuyuhiko hands Natsumi his cup, Peko doesn't miss a beat, pouring some of the tea from the pitcher into Natsumi's cup now that she has it. And then pouring tea into the second cup, she kneels beside them both.
And promptly holds the cup out to Fuyuhiko without a word. He should know that she's not going to stop holding it out for him until he takes it.
Or well, that was the plan, anyway. Instead, now that there's a cup of warm, steaming liquid close by, her dragon lets out a tiny growl of a chirp and leans forward, clearly trying to get a better whiff. It might be difficult for the two yakuza to see the little thing perched on her shoulder, but she's definitely making her presence known.]
That is not for you, [she admonishes gently. And a little helplessly, because she doesn't... really know what to do?? Can dragons drink tea??]