[ Surprise draws over Kizuna's face, the soft flash of it bright in his eyes as they glance to the other man. Kizuna can, of course, tell that he's sincere. But the physicality of it gets ahead of him just enough for it to show, there and gone again as a chuckle melts in his chest. Not at all the risk he expected, but it is endearing. ]
Soda it is. We'll take the bottle to go — ah, but first! [ The gravitas with which he prepares his next question is equally as sincere: ] Caramel or citrus?
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Soda it is. We'll take the bottle to go — ah, but first! [ The gravitas with which he prepares his next question is equally as sincere: ] Caramel or citrus?