[Tsuna waits for Yamamoto to finish pouring some of his drink before raising his own glass closer up to his lips. With a slow nod and one more stare down into the cup, he takes a drink at the same time as the other. And it's... really not as bad as it smelled. To him at least. After a moment and another silly face, he lowers the glass down, looking over to Yamamoto.]
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It's doesn't taste good. But it's not bad either.
[Weird. He meant to stop at the first sentence.]
How did yours taste?