[Oooooh, Spanish. Sexy. Akira watches Bruno do his thing with his chin propped on the heart of his palm. Sure, he can't confirm or deny that magical glowing green bullshit is real bona fide magic at work, but he believes in Bruno. All that tender love(?) and care(??) he's putting into brewing him the perfect cup of tea? That's its own form of magic. Friendship is magic.
...All of that is to say that Akira's perfectly prepared to placebo himself out of his achy tummy. When the tea's been poured and slid his way, Akira curls his fingers around the warm ceramic. It certainly smells magical.]
Thanks.
[Blowing away the billowing steam, Akira brings the cup to his lips, and...!]
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...All of that is to say that Akira's perfectly prepared to placebo himself out of his achy tummy. When the tea's been poured and slid his way, Akira curls his fingers around the warm ceramic. It certainly smells magical.]
Thanks.
[Blowing away the billowing steam, Akira brings the cup to his lips, and...!]