[Victor was good at tea, much better than he was, at least. He crawls out of the couch when he could smell it steeping, standing off to one side to wait until he's handed his cup. He thanks Victor quietly and retreats again, perching on the edge of the couch with his cup atop his knees in between sips while it slowly cools.]
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Date: 2017-01-31 04:36 pm (UTC)