Wanna Cup?
"Yeah, so, hey, wanna cup of coffee? I know it's kinda early an', so I figured, hey, never hurts to be nice none, yeah?" Reno said, a vaguely manic smile on his face.
The man sitting bound on the floor, blood still shiny and fresh, spat in Reno's face.
"Now that, there wasn't any need for that," Reno said, making a face and standing up from the lazy crouch he had been in. "See if I ever offer you coffee again," he said with a little pout, and kicked him.
He turned to Rude. "Would you like a coffee, Rude?"
"There's coffee?"
"Right over there. Pot's still in one piece," Reno said, pointing over to where, in the midst of the chaos, there was, in fact, a pot of coffee.
"I would indeed like a cup," Rude said. It was far too early for them to be out, after all.
"Take over for me, yeah?" Reno said, and Rude nodded. And while Reno poured them both a cup of the man's coffee, Rude took over.
"Coffee break! Here ya go, partner," Reno said, handing him a cup.
"Thanks," Rude said politely, and wiped his bloody hands on a still-clean area of the bound man's shirt. He took the coffee and took a sip, and promptly wished he hadn't.
"Wow. This coffee," Reno said, looking at the cup in horror, "tastes like Odin shat it out and Ifrit set it on fire."
"...I won't argue with you," Rude said, because Reno had a point. "I see why he refused one."
"Same here. Hey, ya coulda warned a guy!" Reno said, and kicked the man in the face.