holds out a thermos to oguri. "My coffee maker started overflowing... would you like some of the extra?"
Exhaustion must be clear upon her face , the combination of an interrupted sleep and an early morning of training unleashing hell upon her body . Oguri walks with a slouch , ears weighed down as heavy as her shoulders â even with the promise of an all you can eat breakfast , she struggles to conjure up the strength often carried when in the cafeteria .
When she finds her seat , arms filled with as many plates as she could carry in one go , it seems as if that simple exertion knocked the wind from her sails : she thumps into place , fumbles with her chopsticks before shoveling bites between lips as if they promise an instant recovery . This is how Cafe finds her ; uncharacteristically unenthusiastic , remnants of her meal clinging to cheek only to be wiped with the back of her hand .
She's still chewing when the thermos is offered , utensils dropped to reach out & take a rather dramatic swig the moment lid is popped off . Though bitter , it is refreshing in its own right , and the promise of caffeine to fuel her acts as instant gratification for Oguri . With a smile and a satisfied exhale , she nods before bowing head in thanks .
' Thank you , Cafe . Do you want some of my eggs ? ' Pointing to the plates surrounding , she considers this only a small display of her appreciation . Then , as if she needs to explain her exhaustion , she mumbles . ' I kept hearing something outside . In the trees ... '
