[Tsuzuki feels the edge of a cold breeze brush his outstretched fingertips a moment before the waitress squeaks and turns towards them. His eyebrows go up in startled concern, but he doesn't say anything immediately -- she's handing them their drinks, and he's got a little sake carafe and tiny cup to arrange by his plate while Toushirou gets his tea. Once she's moved on to the next table, though, he gives the god a worried glance.]
Isn't that a bit much just to get her attention? I mean -- you could've frozen your tea.
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Isn't that a bit much just to get her attention? I mean -- you could've frozen your tea.