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The Name: Musashi
The Sentence: "Delicious tea, or deadly poison?"
Musashi couldn't help but not-so-delicately raise an eyebrow when Sena made his way into the clubhouse with a steaming tea kettle in his hand at six something in the morning.
"It's a nice thought, but I prefer coffee." He grumbled to himself, not quite awake and not quite sure why Sena was here at least a half an hour before practice.
"Uh, Hiruma-san gave me this." Sena said dully, lifting the hand holding the kettle up a bit. "He said that we should both have some." Musashi snorted. "Are you sure it's not poisoned?" Sena paused for a moment in consideration. "I'm pretty sure he would have nothing to gain from poisoning us Musashi-san." Musashi reached out and took the kettle from Sena's hand. "I know, it's called a joke." "Oh." The older boy set the kettle down on the table and lazily looked around the room for a couple of mugs. Unsurprisingly there were some set out in plain sight, Hiruma must really want him and the kid to have tea together.
What the fuck kind of scheme was Hiruma plotting anyways? Honestly...
He poured the tea into the two mugs and sat back in his chair tensely as he watched Sena take a cautious sip.
'It may not be poisoned, but it is Hiruma who made it...' But Sena didn't seem to be gagging from the taste of it, in fact he looked directly at Musashi and smiled. "It's pretty good."
Musashi glared at the steaming mug, he didn't really give a damn if it was good because he didn't like tea all too much in the first place, but if he didn't drink it Hiruma would know and get all damned pissed about it.
He brought the rim of the mug to his lips and drank it all in one go before sitting back in his chair, watching Sena sip the tea through heavily lidded eyes.
"Man, I feel even more tired now after drinking the tea." He mumbled to himself and Sena looked at him with a small smile on his face.
"Maybe Hiruma-san put a minor sedative in it."
Musashi blinked a couple times before a grin finally made its way onto his face. "Yeah, maybe he did..."
When Sena had left the clubroom Musashi waited a solid five minutes before making his way out the door and glaring at the roof of the clubhouse where he just knew Hiruma would be perched, cleaning one of his guns.
"What was that all about?" He asked, although he didn't really expect an answer, much less Hiruma jumping off of the roof to stand face to face while giving his answer.
"Strong bonds of friendship . That's what that was all about, you're an outsider to most people on the team since you haven't been here since the beginning. We need some mutual trust going on."
Musashi snorted. 'What does he know about strong bonds of friendship?'
"Don't snort like that at me Fucking Old Man, I know what I'm talking about." Hiurma said lowly before strutting away, which left Musashi to wonder:
'Am I going to have to drink tea with everyone on the team?'