[JazzyJailer]

The other figure at the opposite end of the table snapped back to focus, dark brown eyes focusing on the red ones across from him. "Fine. Would you stop that?" He waved a hand at the clicking metal piece against the table, face set in a soft frown. He picked up the lukewarm, almost forgotten cup of green tea in front of his folded hands, taking a slow sip and wincing at the temperature.