Y-yeah. [ Reflexively, he reaches to snatch the cup from mid-air, shifting his hands when he feels a sharp bite from the heat and-- yeah. Blows over it lightly. ] That sounds great. -- I'd offer to help but...
[ Self-deprecating huff, shifting the cup in his hands once and dipping for a tentative sip that ends with his tongue scouring the roof of his mouth. ]
no subject
[ Self-deprecating huff, shifting the cup in his hands once and dipping for a tentative sip that ends with his tongue scouring the roof of his mouth. ]
Can you turn it off? At will, I mean.