This Isn't Koshary :(
[Hello, HQ. How are you this fine evening? Would you like to have some tea with Egypt? He's making some in the kitchen, humming a note or two while he waits for it to finish brewing. No one's here (yet), so there's no harm if he's a bit off key. He tugs off his white keffiyeh too, tossing it on the nearby counter, then runs a hand through his short, dark hair. Is it almost done yet? He hasn't had a good fix all day.]
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[Right, there we go! Nice and hot! Time to take a nice, long sip...]
Chkk-! Augh-!
[...and start choking on it. Egypt coughs and makes a sour face as he downs the rest of the not-so-tasty tea, though he'd much rather spit it out. WHAT KIND WAS THAT? Serves him right for not looking at the label first.]
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[Right, there we go! Nice and hot! Time to take a nice, long sip...]
Chkk-! Augh-!
[...and start choking on it. Egypt coughs and makes a sour face as he downs the rest of the not-so-tasty tea, though he'd much rather spit it out. WHAT KIND WAS THAT? Serves him right for not looking at the label first.]