dextera takes a sip as well, and he tenses—even with ryo’s warning, he expected something sweet, but the aftertaste… is actually nice. he can tell what it’s supposed to taste like, or what it would taste like with a more skilled hand.
even so, this kind of thing humanizes ryo, and with dextera feeling the way he does, there’s a mostly polite underreaction to the less-than-perfect preparation. he shakes his head, setting the cup on the table. ]
My first time. [ so… ] It’s “normal.”
[ not knowing anything else, for him, this is what coffee tastes like—whether it’s well-done or not, he wouldn’t be able to tell if ryo hadn’t told him. ]
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dextera takes a sip as well, and he tenses—even with ryo’s warning, he expected something sweet, but the aftertaste… is actually nice. he can tell what it’s supposed to taste like, or what it would taste like with a more skilled hand.
even so, this kind of thing humanizes ryo, and with dextera feeling the way he does, there’s a mostly polite underreaction to the less-than-perfect preparation. he shakes his head, setting the cup on the table. ]
My first time. [ so… ] It’s “normal.”
[ not knowing anything else, for him, this is what coffee tastes like—whether it’s well-done or not, he wouldn’t be able to tell if ryo hadn’t told him. ]