"He’s one of my friends. A really nice but hurt guy, like you. I seem to attract those kinds of people, heheh."
The feline smiles warmly and gives more hair ruffles since she can.
"Black tea and green tea use different kinds of tea leaves."
"I’m not hurt," Java said, shaking his head. “At least. Not as much as I was before." He squeaked at the contact, and tilted his head curiously. “Does it change the color of the tea?"
"I’m glad to hear that, Java."
She decides to switch to ear scratches.
"Yeah, it does! Black tea isn’t really black and green tea isn’t really green, but oh well."
"…Then why are they called that?"
"I don’t know why, actually."
"... They shouldn't be called something misleading. That's false advertisement."








