[After a bit more reading on the project, Takatora sets the paperwork down and rubs at his eyes, sighing heavily at realizing how much further he needs to go. He reaches over to grab his coffee, bringing the mug to his lips only to realize the liquid is completely ice cold. ... how long had it been since he'd touched it? He couldn't even remember, now.
Takatora reluctantly pushes his chair back and stands, going to get water instead. It would be a waste to drink coffee again with how late it's gotten, coupled with making coffee would be even more of a waste. It's an unfortunate bad habit he's gained over the years, neglecting himself so much.
When Takatora returns to his desk, he stands by Mitsuzane's side and carefully holds out a cup of water to the other.]
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Takatora reluctantly pushes his chair back and stands, going to get water instead. It would be a waste to drink coffee again with how late it's gotten, coupled with making coffee would be even more of a waste. It's an unfortunate bad habit he's gained over the years, neglecting himself so much.
When Takatora returns to his desk, he stands by Mitsuzane's side and carefully holds out a cup of water to the other.]
How is your progress?