Caffè Canadese
Matthew reached out for the towel gently and draped it all over his head to wipe the sticky clotting off his hair. Therefore, his suit is in complete wreckage. He sighed deeply, knowing that there’s nothing he could do about it especially that he’s too tired to be angry over untimely accidents. “Merci,..” he muttered lowly.
"I am also sorry for my pet bear..he must be the reason you lost your cup of coffee over my head. You’ve had your fair share as well." he tried to be more lively to reduce the gloomy air. "—Kumajiro is a trained polar bear. I adopted him since he was cub. So, he was used to climate changes."
"He's still pretty small. Will he get any bigger or will he forever stay like this?" Crouching down, Michael took a closer look at the unfamiliar animal. He had never seen a polar this close, let alone touched. "It's cool. He's so small, I didn't see him. I just hope I haven't hurt him anywhere when I tripped over him." The blond refrained from reaching out even though he really really wanted to, in fear the bear might bite his hand off.
Blue hues soon were locked at the other again. "Also... I think your suit is much more valuable then my coffee. I'm really sorry. I-- uh... I think I can make up for the damage I caused. It's washable, no? I can pay the expenses for the cleaning."















