"Strangely enough, District 6 and too bad, could've made you a mean meat-lover's," Phil taunted slightly at the warding finger, "Have you actually been to the District we represent?"
He kept his questions simple, letting the coffee warm his hands before checking Karkat for any weapons. As soon as he realized he was safe, he took a gulp of the bean juice then grimace, "What the hell-what's this stuff?!"
He was so used to crap breakroom coffee, Capitol-grade felt disgusting. Caffeine Stockholm's syndrome.
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He kept his questions simple, letting the coffee warm his hands before checking Karkat for any weapons. As soon as he realized he was safe, he took a gulp of the bean juice then grimace, "What the hell-what's this stuff?!"
He was so used to crap breakroom coffee, Capitol-grade felt disgusting. Caffeine Stockholm's syndrome.