wuu.
[ a ceramic mug, this time, is chucked at the ground. ]—rondero tarel!
[ he's breathing hard, severely glowering at the mess on the floor before him. nothing about this is satisfying, but it'll have to do. it's all he can do. a hand comes up to rub the side of itself against one of his eyes. he hasn't noticed her, not yet. ]
(ooc: fff, okay :c omg. just send one of the cutest characters ever at him. /GUILTTT.)