Some drink a new shop was carrying. It's tea and milk and some other stuff.

[Tapioca? Jellies? He doesn't hate it, but it sure is weird slurping up little chewy things. Thankfully he does take the hint and sets his own on the coaster offered. Mitsuru has her hellcat, and he assumes that it will be best not to give the demon a reason to wake up.

He lifts an eyebrow at her ignorance to the topic, as though trying to decide if it's feigned or not. Probably not, knowing Mitsuru.]

Guess it is hilarious, coming from me... [But hey-- someone can absolutely hate talking about themselves and still be invested in their friends, right?]

Your line about 'not recognizing certain feelings' came off like you were thinking hard about it. So I swung by to ask what's up.