Orange juice. Just oranges, nothing else, I swear.
[Come on, Chuuya, let him have this, he always makes orange juice in the morning! Which...has gotten a little weirder with the fruit having faces but it's still good. Perfectly acceptable orange juice.]
Boss, c'mon.
[He says it with a scolding tone-- sort of-- but that tone would work a lot better if a) he wasn't grinning back at Chuuya and b) if he hadn't just put his hand on top of Chuuya's.]
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[Come on, Chuuya, let him have this, he always makes orange juice in the morning! Which...has gotten a little weirder with the fruit having faces but it's still good. Perfectly acceptable orange juice.]
Boss, c'mon.
[He says it with a scolding tone-- sort of-- but that tone would work a lot better if a) he wasn't grinning back at Chuuya and b) if he hadn't just put his hand on top of Chuuya's.]
We haven't even had breakfast yet.