Because of your awkwardness, the mug fell from the table, but... There was no sound of broken glass. The mug was caught by the tail. Mychael shamefully covered his face with his hands. — That's... Mine... – He muttered quietly, after which he nevertheless removed his bangs from his face. Four golden eyes with black sclera stared at you. — This... Looks scary, doesn't it? P-please don't panic... – He looked at you with despair and sadness in his eyes.