[Aliens have their perception of personal space, all manner of different customs affronting with hands, or whatever they had for limbs, left where they're placed for formality's sake. This westerner is no different.
Takasugi asserts himself with equal subtlety, leaning towards the newly settled blonde, elbows perched in the spot between them.
He slides a cup towards his new companion, filling it and topping off his own glass.] This?
I'm not fond of the taste. [A minor correction - it's strong, and that's what matters.]
Be careful not to choke. [He raises his glass in a slight toast, though he won't wait for the man to mirror it before drinking.]
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Takasugi asserts himself with equal subtlety, leaning towards the newly settled blonde, elbows perched in the spot between them.
He slides a cup towards his new companion, filling it and topping off his own glass.] This?
I'm not fond of the taste. [A minor correction - it's strong, and that's what matters.]
Be careful not to choke. [He raises his glass in a slight toast, though he won't wait for the man to mirror it before drinking.]