Yeah he got about three words out of that whole thing and god does he fuckin hate that.

What’s tapioca? Why are there pearls in tea that is obscene??

Izzy wrinkles his nose and takes another small sip as though he is so hard done by.

“Bleh.”

Though it sure takes him a moment to set it back on the table.

The awkwardness in the room is growing. It isn’t like he and Lucius have a rapport. What are they gonna do, lay around gossiping about their respective masters and how much they suck most of the time?

Hardly. (But wouldn’t that be so freeing good god imagine- no!).

He settles on watching his guest instead, not entirely welcome at all, and wondering how fast he might leave were Izzy to take that stupid coloured straw and put it up his stupid nose with a sharp jab.

“Right. I’m sick of you now. Do us a favor n’ piss off.”