Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151119225003/@comment-24012109-20160302054631

"...not one bit, Noir. Not one bit, that ain't my strong suit.", he sighed as he looked behind him.

"And screw you, practically getting off to your handiwork...", he gritted his teeth as he turned around with a slight limp. From there, actually making the coffee was pretty simple- even for his battered body state. After a few minutes of preparing the water and the coffee mix, he actually managed to: All the while giving Noir her fill of his pain she had inflicted.

Using his semblance, he limped over to the couch and put his mug of coffee on the table. With that, he plopped right onto the ground.

"...Yeah. Remind me. If I drink around ya, to have a means of protection, or somethin'...", he said as his eyes looked right up at the nude mercenary sitting on the couch.