TOR: Heh. Your drink is cute, Krystoff.
KRYSTOFF: Don’t underestimate it just because it looks pretty. It’s a stiff drink.
TOR: Oh, trust me, I know! Lemme have a sip.
KRYSTOFF: Ugh, use your own straw…
TOR: Alright, alright. …Siiiiiip.
TOR: Whew!! That don’t play around! Kinda tastes like old timey poison, but like, a little fruity. Try it, Jun!
JUN: I have my tea, but thanks.
Even though it’s not really his to offer to me, hahaha.
JUN: And come to think of it, how come drinking things is perfectly fine, but eating grosses you out, Krystoff?
He takes a long, avoidant sip of his drink and bats his eyelashes at me. I lower my chin at him. He’ll know I’m glaring.
KRYSTOFF: …It’s just different.
KRYSTOFF: It’s really different!! The whole process of eating disgusts me… chewing, swallowing, feeling it in your gut, having to dematerialize the matter and reintegrate it into the somatic echelon…
JUN: Oh. You have to take a couple of steps that I don’t.
KRYSTOFF: It’s just so unpleasant. It makes me feel sick. Drinking isn’t nearly so arduous.
TOR: Cheers to that!
Tor clinks his mug against Krystoff’s little glass and almost upends the thing, but Krystoff barely saves it. They drink in unison, and dare I say, it’s kinda cute to watch them drink together despite barely knowing each other.
CASSIUS: That’s kinda nice to hear… Everyone who eats always tells me I’m missing out by not being able to. I get kinda sad that I can’t even try it, sometimes.
KRYSTOFF: It’s overrated. There’s plenty of other bodily pleasures the physical world has to offer.
Cassius holds hands up to his ‘face’ and artfully manages to look embarrassed by the comment. I just eat my french fries and pretend I’m not also embarrassed.
TOR: Yeah, like music!
CASSIUS: OH! Right!!! I have to get ready to perform now! I’ll see you all later!!
Cassius runs off, and I catch a glimpse of Lady escorting him onto the stage. Glad he didn’t get lost in the masses. Watching him carefully weave his unwieldy head shape between people is a truly impressive sight.