[Yosuke is still half asleep. Still vaguely queasy, but also kind of hungry. Juice seems like the perfect thing for breakfast. It's sweet and pleasant and not too heavy, and hopefully it'll clear his head a bit. It's cool, too. It feels nice on his throat.
Except that before he can really enjoy it, someone's shouting. For unknown reasons, sudden commotions seem to give him an absolute heart attack in this world, unlike at home. Hell, he dropped the shampoo in the shower last night and it freaked him out for almost 20 minutes. And it was just some stupid shampoo.
So, naturally he responds like a tool. The glass drops out of his hand and breaks in the tiles, getting juice everywhere. Instinctively he springs onto the table and into a defensive position, though he has no recollection of doing so only a few seconds later.
Yosuke blinks down at Oz, dumbly. Crap. Did he make that embarrassing squeaky sound? Double crap. He takes a few slow breaths, trying to get his heart to chill out, and smiles sheepishly.]
he's a well established juice thief it's cool
Except that before he can really enjoy it, someone's shouting. For unknown reasons, sudden commotions seem to give him an absolute heart attack in this world, unlike at home. Hell, he dropped the shampoo in the shower last night and it freaked him out for almost 20 minutes. And it was just some stupid shampoo.
So, naturally he responds like a tool. The glass drops out of his hand and breaks in the tiles, getting juice everywhere. Instinctively he springs onto the table and into a defensive position, though he has no recollection of doing so only a few seconds later.
Yosuke blinks down at Oz, dumbly. Crap. Did he make that embarrassing squeaky sound? Double crap. He takes a few slow breaths, trying to get his heart to chill out, and smiles sheepishly.]
Uh. Good morning...Oz-kun?