[unused to having expressive ears as he is, Azhar's react both more quickly and plainly than he'd expect. A hand on his shoulder makes his ears twitch in surprise, turning toward Ives a little more. Touch starved? Maybe, maybe not. Dad praise....]
Ah. [again, it's not much of a response at first, but he's quick to take the tea in hand. The first sip is pleasant - maybe a little more pleasant as the bitterness (a little familiar, he thinks, not that unlike some of the herbs they steep at home) cuts through the harsh of the lemon.] thank you.
[His shoulders relax pleasantly with the first couple of sips, still listening as he is.]
Gusto...? Is that not normally how people try new things? Ah— I think I will be okay, yes.
[especially since that was just a very him sort of move.]
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Ah. [again, it's not much of a response at first, but he's quick to take the tea in hand. The first sip is pleasant - maybe a little more pleasant as the bitterness (a little familiar, he thinks, not that unlike some of the herbs they steep at home) cuts through the harsh of the lemon.] thank you.
[His shoulders relax pleasantly with the first couple of sips, still listening as he is.]
Gusto...? Is that not normally how people try new things? Ah— I think I will be okay, yes.
[especially since that was just a very him sort of move.]