Every once in awhile, Chuuya would come back to see if Babushka had came back. When she hadn't, he got irritated and went to look at more artworks. A couple times he had nearly went to break down her office door to mess up her desk or do some other payback for making him wait. But he managed to keep calm - or as calm as it was possible for him anyway.
He was glancing at yet another painting when he heard her voice. Despite glaring at her and obviously beyond annoyed, he managed to respond calmly. "It feels sort of dreamlike. Or what I imagine dreams feel like anyway," he replied without really thinking to what he was saying.
He turned to her, finding her annoyingly beautiful. It was easy to ignore that over the network, not so much up close. Then he also noticed the coffee cup in her hand and it wasn't the one he had bought and he immediately yelled loudly. "Are you fucking serious?" A red aura glowed around him and the cup in her hand, pulsing until the cup exploded and spilled coffee all over her.