[ Kisame doesn't lean against anything to make himself more comfortable. He seems content to remain standing with perfect posture. His hands curl around his cup, fingers overlapping, and he brings it up for a sip.
(If Ephemera watches closely, he might spot one movement that isn't deliberate. Kisame rubs the tip of his right ring finger against the skin where his Akatsuki ring usually resides. It's an unconscious motion brought on by his left ring finger feeling uncomfortably bare.) ]
I'm relieved that it tastes good… I don't know nearly as much about tea as my partner does.
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[ Kisame doesn't lean against anything to make himself more comfortable. He seems content to remain standing with perfect posture. His hands curl around his cup, fingers overlapping, and he brings it up for a sip.
(If Ephemera watches closely, he might spot one movement that isn't deliberate. Kisame rubs the tip of his right ring finger against the skin where his Akatsuki ring usually resides. It's an unconscious motion brought on by his left ring finger feeling uncomfortably bare.) ]
I'm relieved that it tastes good… I don't know nearly as much about tea as my partner does.