*The request comes as he puts the file and book down beside his jacket, and his eyebrows float up.*
Ah... Of course.
*And off he goes to the line. Fortunately there isn't much of one--only one person ahead of him, at this hour--and he's meandering towards the counter with the individual packets in no time. Four creams. Nine sugars. This person's dental record must be colorful.*
*Soon enough he's bringing back two cups (one tall and one short) and a handfull of little packages. The latter two he places in front of L, and the former he keeps in hand while he sits.*
Four creams, nine sugars? *He looks towards the file.*
[Action]
Ah... Of course.
*And off he goes to the line. Fortunately there isn't much of one--only one person ahead of him, at this hour--and he's meandering towards the counter with the individual packets in no time. Four creams. Nine sugars. This person's dental record must be colorful.*
*Soon enough he's bringing back two cups (one tall and one short) and a handfull of little packages. The latter two he places in front of L, and the former he keeps in hand while he sits.*
Four creams, nine sugars? *He looks towards the file.*