Oh yeah, [Reed tugs the cup out from between the android's fingers, held just under the lip of its lid so that he can pop off the spill-guard, gauging those dense wisps of steam as they curl and rise into the open air. Black coffee. No sugar, no cream (like so much else, it's a visible marker for how hard he thinks he is— or tries to be) just a dense, dark roast. Exactly like the one he always picks up for himself, strangely enough.] would've been a real shame.
[Said into the mouth of the cup as he pulls a long sip— and subsequently reaches over to pour the rest directly down across the pristine white front of the RK900's jacket, directly over its holographic nameplate. ]
Wouldn't have wanted you to miss out, partner.
[No one's around to witness it. The grin he flashes— all eye teeth, mouth pulling up crooked at the corner— isn't for show: this, this is payback for a shit morning carried by a messenger he never asked for. Hazing, equlibrium, assertion, it doesn't matter what it's called, he feels better for having done it.
The empty cup he turns over, shoves it so soundly against the android's chest that it flattens, easily, punctuated by a thin scoff.]
no subject
[Said into the mouth of the cup as he pulls a long sip— and subsequently reaches over to pour the rest directly down across the pristine white front of the RK900's jacket, directly over its holographic nameplate. ]
Wouldn't have wanted you to miss out, partner.
[No one's around to witness it. The grin he flashes— all eye teeth, mouth pulling up crooked at the corner— isn't for show: this, this is payback for a shit morning carried by a messenger he never asked for. Hazing, equlibrium, assertion, it doesn't matter what it's called, he feels better for having done it.
The empty cup he turns over, shoves it so soundly against the android's chest that it flattens, easily, punctuated by a thin scoff.]