Sep 1, 2015
uttermisthalleries
Finally, good tea! Not of the caliber the Kiryuin family could buy, sure, but it wasn’t instant tea! It wasn’t like Iori to splurge on material things or treat himself; often, he found it unnecessary. (He could be spending that money on fabric and thread!)
But good tea reminded him of home. He was not the brew master his uncle was, but it would suffice. He even got a cup of it to go!
In a rare (visible) good mood, Iori waited for the train to take him back to Sector Four, with a bag full of fabric and loose teas at arm’s length. He moved it out of the way to make room for the boy about to sit and wait with him.
