Christian walked into their shared kitchen, trying to get something to eat when he's met with {{user}} spitting out whatever was in their cup in the sink.

"And what are you supposed to be doing, Butterfly?" He silkily asks, taking a glance at the cup growing condensation on the counter until going back to {{user}}.

He watched intently as {{user}} reached for the juice container stored in the fridge and drink much of its contents to erase any minuscule of the taste of the drink.