☕ ☕ laika or netto :3
Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!
(for Netto :3)
Dingo had never been much of a tea fanatic, but that cup certainly seemed intriguing. It had a warm and strong smell, and the color was interesting as well - a bright shade of orange, almost unnatural.
Reckless as always, Dingo took a large sip of the beverage... and immediately regretted it. The tea was boiling hot, and it was spicy. He could have handled the spice alone, but the taste seemed to seep into his every pore, and course through his entire body.
"The hell was that? It like I just tasted the sun!" Dingo complained... yet he found himself wanting more. The tea had a pleasant aftertaste, like a reward for surviving the initial onslaught of spice and the scalding temperature. It felt like he'd just lost a battle... but he'd learnt from it, and he was a little stronger now.









