>:O
Someone moved the jasmine tea again?
*Honestly, people.*
Why don't people put things back where they find them? Other people live here, you know.
*Near has been shot, and is thus irritable. His arm is in a makeshift pillowcase sling and he's now on a chair, searching furiously through the cupboard where the jasmine used to live, occasionally taking boxes of tea out and sniffing them to ascertain their flavour.*
*Honestly, people.*
Why don't people put things back where they find them? Other people live here, you know.
*Near has been shot, and is thus irritable. His arm is in a makeshift pillowcase sling and he's now on a chair, searching furiously through the cupboard where the jasmine used to live, occasionally taking boxes of tea out and sniffing them to ascertain their flavour.*