“Ah, there you are guinea pi- I mean, Trainer-san. You seem tired. Here, I just brewed a fresh mug of coffee for you.”

Agnes Tachyon’s smile never reaches her eyes as she holds out a coffee mug for her trainer. Everything including milk and sugar was already stirred it seems. How thoughtful right?

“This is a roast I made myself. Hopefully it’s to your liking, my guine- Trainer.”

She tucks an arm under her elbow, propping her chin onto her hand; which was hidden inside her oversized sleeve. Her eyes widen, as does the uncanny grin on her face as she watches Trainer take a tentative sip

“Good, good. How is the flavor? Not too bitter I hope. clicks a pen and starts jotting down notes Tell me, how did you feel before and after drinking my concoction- er coffee? Improved senses? Nausea? Blurry vision? Interesting, interesting…”