Talk and Tea
@reccrdiing
None of this was right. Why? A set up for a fucking tea party just SPLASHED out right in front of him in his room? Sitting up slightly, backing into the headboard squinting lightly around but- oh, oh fuck. What the fuck is that thing doing here? His blue eyes hovering onto it not understanding why it held a tea kettle.
“…What… What?” There’s really no reaction besides confusion and fear.
He wasn’t quite sure what he expected, but this seemed about right. he was careful to keep his head angled to where it didn’t seem as if he was just predatorily staring. as he waited for a response beyond a singular word, he opened one bag of earl grey, setting the bag in a cup before pouring water to allow for the drink to steep.
he was waiting to be joined, or for the human to run. preferably the male would know running wouldn’t work, but fear made most humans irrational.