Who the hell would plan to spill anything, Rei, seriously? [It's Rin's turn to sound more than a little indignant at that implication. He has perfectly good manners, geez!
Still, he'll leave it as a rhetorical question, or else Rei would engage on a neverending rant about evil tea-spilling couch defilers or whatever it is he has growing in that fertile ground he calls an imagination. Bowl carefully set on the couch, he moves over to help Rei with the blanket before he can turn into a self-fulfilling prophecy, taking it off his head and safely folding it into a neat pile, away from the beverages and popcorn.
Taking a step back to admire their setup, he reaches for the remote control.] Anyway, guess we're not missing anything, yeah?
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Still, he'll leave it as a rhetorical question, or else Rei would engage on a neverending rant about evil tea-spilling couch defilers or whatever it is he has growing in that fertile ground he calls an imagination. Bowl carefully set on the couch, he moves over to help Rei with the blanket before he can turn into a self-fulfilling prophecy, taking it off his head and safely folding it into a neat pile, away from the beverages and popcorn.
Taking a step back to admire their setup, he reaches for the remote control.] Anyway, guess we're not missing anything, yeah?