[ for someone as jittery and easily startled as vash, the touch to his arm should warrant one of his usual reactions - even if it's nothing more than just a light brush of fingers. instead, it's a barely there pause - almost not even daring to breathe, at least not until mitsuru is moving away again and the sound of chair being moved and equipment being set down on the table breaks him out again. ]

Uh, here you go ...

[ almost jerkily, he puts down the mugs on the corner of the table, out of the way of the shears and scissors - one nearer to her, handle turned in her direction. ]

As long as it's shorter, that's all I can ask for - It's just a little ... annoying? To have it this long, I suppose?