BRUSHING UP ON LOOKING DOWN : RNI

Unfortunately, it appears as though Zuka must break integral Miyu character to protest because that right there is a gorgeous post (warning: indeed) indeed. Even if you do not like it, she adores it. It's her lifeblood. Her armour. Her shoulder to lean on. She's got your back, Ronnie. Just lean back in your seat and enjoy the unabashed complementary Niyu [sic] decadence.

In any case, you'd assume that someone rather tamely sipping from their almost finished glass of juice wouldn't be all that wrapped up in the action, nor would they be particularly endangered in any way by doing such - drinking was such an inconsequential thing, especially drinking slowly, and so by all means should have not been hazardous in the slightest - but it, amazingly, took only the approach of an Atlantean scooching up onto the seat behind him and quite seriously commending his drinking choice for this certain drinking someone to choke.

Don't say this narrative didn't warn you.

Through the rim of the glass dispassionately held to his lips because it honestly wasn't that big of a deal to him drinking orange juice, the world around him blurred into an abstract maelstrom of indiscernible dull colour - as was the obligatory norm for all taverns and bars everywhere, clearly the lighting had to be fairly dim and quite orangey, which indeed it was - on top of the marring quality of his translucent mug. It had a faintly diamond like pattern in the glass and was stylistically difficult to see through, such as those mini windows you see on peoples' front doors sometimes.

Perhaps you could even consider it aesthetic.

Whatever the case, when someone idly made a comment to him, the fearsome demon, his blue eyes widening with shock, hacked up a lung.

Variables: surprise, the quickened instinctive intake of air and jerk of entire body in such surprise, having been drinking at the time, orange juice being sour, demon strength but there are no such things as demon lungs.

Summated:

Miyu's entire being leapt approximately a centimetre which was about a third of an inch, which wasn't the worst reaction ever to exist. However, the glass in his hand jarred exponentially and as such so did the liquid behind it, so not only did the glass collide rather painfully into his teeth abruptly there was much more orange juice entering his mouth than he'd been counting on. Not only that but Miyu's immediate little typically silent and generally unnoticeable gasp was substituted by a further draw on the orange juice that was pretty much an intensified slurp. The orange juice didn't make things all that much better, being so tangibly sour.

Results? Suffering.

The horned brunet choked on orange juice.

He spluttered and jerked the glass away, slamming it back onto the counter and doubling over to wheeze and cough wildly. His freed hand clapped over his mouth but Miyu's deteriorating health points were not hard to miss, the demon wilting miserably even further against the convenient table-like surface before him. Why, miscellaneous finned creature. Why.

To put this in Miyu's perspective, GRRGHHLAHAKK AHUGH.

The demon punctuated his mad coughing fit with a last violent gasp for air before he sagged straight down to press the side of his horn delicately onto the counter surface - what he wouldn't give to settle his burning cheek on it, he swore. (Not swore as in curse, as in... oath? What did that phrase originate from, anyway ...)

After a few additional moments wallowing in his miserable very wounded self-pity, Miyu answered hoarsely, merely, Thanks.'

And this is where Zuka has to apologise for a rather pitiful post of her own.