Continued Thread [ @askredmedic ]
That doesn't ease his curiosities. Shown clearly by the down tilt of his chin and downward crease on the corner of his lip.
But, it's overshadowed as he watches the bookshelves separate to reveal yet another passageway. Through coming the BLU Scout that led him here that he thought was still at his right...
To say the rigidness he exhibited faded was, maybe a little bit of an over statement. But, upon the smell that'd wafted from the mug in her hands his head lifted in interest and warily he takes it once offered.
Guess this was her keeping her word from before...
"Too much caffeine makes ya jittery... Not good for the aim." He answers tentatively, hands cupping beneath the mug for the warmth of the ceramic. Fingers still flexing with the ghosts of numbness from the outdoor cold. Exhaling lightly at the "0" written after the 1, he eyed the personification the coffee cup expressed. It wasn't his mug, he idly wondered who's it was before- after giving a cautious sniff, taking a sip.
'Wrong.' It was his first thought. Different brand, not the same as the coffee he kept stored in his camper. But he had no complaints, appreciating the liquid gold trickling down his throat. The liquid was still hot, surely, but that didn't seem to perturb the bushman.