[Sorey covers his mouth out of embarrassment as Mikleo turns. He sure fucked that up... but he's not sure he deserves the ice prank.
... no, he totally deserves the ice prank.
He yelps loudly enough to make someone at a neighboring table look over-- and he knows he's as red as the accents on his uniform now.]
S-- sorry! It's nothing! Sorry! [He has to do a little bit of a dance before sitting down again and look as casual as possible about it. This only makes him look more insane, unfortunately.
When Mikleo comes back for him, Sorey's slumped over the table with his head in his arms. He looks absolutely wretched-- like a dog left in the cold. The food looks good, but he isn't about to dig into it yet.]
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... no, he totally deserves the ice prank.
He yelps loudly enough to make someone at a neighboring table look over-- and he knows he's as red as the accents on his uniform now.]
S-- sorry! It's nothing! Sorry! [He has to do a little bit of a dance before sitting down again and look as casual as possible about it. This only makes him look more insane, unfortunately.
When Mikleo comes back for him, Sorey's slumped over the table with his head in his arms. He looks absolutely wretched-- like a dog left in the cold. The food looks good, but he isn't about to dig into it yet.]
I'm sorrryyyy...