[ Well, if Tony was looking to have him spew cold coffee everywhere out of pure fear with his reaction, he's successful. It's a lovely fine mist and startled wide-eyes like he's afraid he's just gone and completely poisoned himself, tentatively touching his lips as he asks: ]
What- what- why-
[ And then the taste hits, and his brow furrows contemplatively, mouth opening and closing like he's trying to figure out what... in the hell... that is. ]
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What- what- why-
[ And then the taste hits, and his brow furrows contemplatively, mouth opening and closing like he's trying to figure out what... in the hell... that is. ]