I'm fine, I'm fine! [He doesn't want to delay the Mochi-ing any longer. But, gosh, he looks like he's about to pick Mikleo up and whirl him around. He's that happy.]
Thank you! Thank you so much!
[Despite his insatiable hunger, he takes one of the wagashi delicately in his hand and he only eats a small part of it at first. He wants to savor these, not get sick off them and puke them up. That would not be a good way to spend his birthday-- even his 21st. He's not that kind of guy.
He moans rather inappropriately at the sweet vanilla taste and closes his eyes. Give him a minute, he's in heaven.]
Mikleo, you need to try one of these. They're incredible. Best thing I've ever eaten-- don't tell my mom.
[He leans over to look at the cocktails. After a moment, he picks up the glass and gives it a sniff.]
I don't think this is on the Cabin 11 menu. Looks yummy, though. [The alcohol smells less strong than the drinks he's made at work. He tilts it back and takes a big sip, unafraid of anything that Mikleo could make.]
Oh! This is good! [It tastes more like vanilla than vodka. The sweetness drowns out the sharpness of the alcohol, which he severely appreciates.] ... What if I just drank this whole thing...?
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Thank you! Thank you so much!
[Despite his insatiable hunger, he takes one of the wagashi delicately in his hand and he only eats a small part of it at first. He wants to savor these, not get sick off them and puke them up. That would not be a good way to spend his birthday-- even his 21st. He's not that kind of guy.
He moans rather inappropriately at the sweet vanilla taste and closes his eyes. Give him a minute, he's in heaven.]
Mikleo, you need to try one of these. They're incredible. Best thing I've ever eaten-- don't tell my mom.
[He leans over to look at the cocktails. After a moment, he picks up the glass and gives it a sniff.]
I don't think this is on the Cabin 11 menu. Looks yummy, though. [The alcohol smells less strong than the drinks he's made at work. He tilts it back and takes a big sip, unafraid of anything that Mikleo could make.]
Oh! This is good! [It tastes more like vanilla than vodka. The sweetness drowns out the sharpness of the alcohol, which he severely appreciates.] ... What if I just drank this whole thing...?