#[ ok now i want tea and it's your guys' fault /lh /nm ]

[dissonantaki]

*gives ichika extremely bitter tea and asuka perfectly sweet tea*

After taking a small sip, Ichika managed to disguise her disgust as clearing her throat, glaring at you before stepping inside. Asuka, on the other hand, mouthed a small 'thank you'.

They sat down at the conference room's table. Ichika drummed her fingers on her leg underneath the table— anxious, but trying her best not to show it. Asuka is doing an awful job of hiding her anxiety, practically wringing her hands.

The door is shut behind them.