[Manabu breathes out a soft, acknowledging sound, doing a soft double-take to the mug in his hands. coldblood means cold hands, and he can already see the drink starting to go lukewarm. he takes a generous sip, brow knitting a bit as he braces for the onslaught of sweetness. it's good though: it's nice to feel something warm in him before it's inevitably gone.]
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S'good... [the drink, the occasion.]