[He doesn't, mainly because that abomination has such a vile aura that he can't quite bring himself to touch it. His coconut cold brew? Normal. Friendly. Inviting. It's a drink that wants to be friends, if but in a slightly professional way. A little bit of fun, a little bit of business.
Then there's that fucking thing which lurks on the counter, and Gepard just stares at it because it's so menacing. So ominous. It repels him.]
What...is it? [Gepard reaches out ever so slightly for it, and then balls his hand into a fist and retracts it. It feels dangerous.]
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Then there's that fucking thing which lurks on the counter, and Gepard just stares at it because it's so menacing. So ominous. It repels him.]
What...is it? [Gepard reaches out ever so slightly for it, and then balls his hand into a fist and retracts it. It feels dangerous.]