[Wrenches the door open, shooting Shisui a glare. His gaze flicks to the bottle, then back up to Shisui-nii's face.
Eugh. He feels vaguely sick.]
Well, come on. [Jerks his head over his shoulder and slumps into the kitchen, rummaging around for a mug.] Want tea? I'm sure Nii-san will be downstairs in a minute.
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[Wrenches the door open, shooting Shisui a glare. His gaze flicks to the bottle, then back up to Shisui-nii's face.
Eugh. He feels vaguely sick.]
Well, come on. [Jerks his head over his shoulder and slumps into the kitchen, rummaging around for a mug.] Want tea? I'm sure Nii-san will be downstairs in a minute.