[ However she'd made the concoction, it seems she's already cleaned up from it. A bit of a shame, if only for his curiosity, but nevermind. He'll lean over the coffee table to see what she's prepared then, studying the gimmicky pastry and what he presumes is meant to be the dose of medicine. He doesn't have to wait long to have his suspicions confirmed on how this will go. Makes sense. ]
Got it.
[ Without waiting for further instructions, he leans down and takes the donut. While there's a quiet sigh, huffed through his nose, at the unfortunate shape (this place really has nothing else going for it, does it?), he doesn't complain; instead, he shoves it into his mouth without hesitation. It's rather... accurate to life, as much as a baked good can be, so the pastry is lengthy enough to squish up against his throat and cheeks in an explosion of cream and sugar. It's sweet, overly so all at once, but his expression is bland as he barely chews and rather swallows most of it intact.
He doesn't know nor really care if Tohsaka had chosen that particular confection for her own amusement, but she'd gotten some kind of show out of it, crude as it may have been. Well, Tomura doesn't really care about table manners either, as he licks the rest of the cream from around his lips. He's not sure he catches all of it—his mouth mostly feels like a sticky mess of sugar and dough, so although it isn't its intended purpose, he reaches for the glass of water to wash it down. Surely getting more water, out of all elements here, wouldn't be a problem. ]
So, now we wait, [ he says, once his tongue is less of a syrupy-sweet wasteland. His eyes turn to Tohsaka, finger jutted at the dish of powder. ] Should I put someone on standby? In case that doesn't work.
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Got it.
[ Without waiting for further instructions, he leans down and takes the donut. While there's a quiet sigh, huffed through his nose, at the unfortunate shape (this place really has nothing else going for it, does it?), he doesn't complain; instead, he shoves it into his mouth without hesitation. It's rather... accurate to life, as much as a baked good can be, so the pastry is lengthy enough to squish up against his throat and cheeks in an explosion of cream and sugar. It's sweet, overly so all at once, but his expression is bland as he barely chews and rather swallows most of it intact.
He doesn't know nor really care if Tohsaka had chosen that particular confection for her own amusement, but she'd gotten some kind of show out of it, crude as it may have been. Well, Tomura doesn't really care about table manners either, as he licks the rest of the cream from around his lips. He's not sure he catches all of it—his mouth mostly feels like a sticky mess of sugar and dough, so although it isn't its intended purpose, he reaches for the glass of water to wash it down. Surely getting more water, out of all elements here, wouldn't be a problem. ]
So, now we wait, [ he says, once his tongue is less of a syrupy-sweet wasteland. His eyes turn to Tohsaka, finger jutted at the dish of powder. ] Should I put someone on standby? In case that doesn't work.