ॐ Seventh Petal

[kuro_hasu]

[Sitting down in front of a half-eaten soba plate, and contemplating the cup he held in his hand, is a very disgruntled Kanda. He's looking very intently at the still very full, swiftly cooling, green tea. He swishes the liquid and even smells it. Kanda is too deep in thought to even notice the golem and, after he came to a conclusion, sets the cup down and pushes it away.]

Damn it. I hate everything.

[ooc: Kanda is still having a hard time trusting the water since the party.]