[ Kaspar shrugs, unsure of it himself. But he is in no hurry to label himself one thing or another, not when he has so little experience.
Drinking... he had seen it on a profile. Even without that, it is obvious that van Zieks is most definitely talking about more than drinking tea. It's a feeling he's accustomed, like a word continually on the tip of his tongue. Something that he is vaguely aware of, but unsure of the details that fill in its silhouette.
His posture is straight without the military tension in his broad shoulders, comfortably and naturally so when he takes his seat and returns to his tea. Over the rim of his cup, he is honest without fear of being called an idiot. ]
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Drinking... he had seen it on a profile. Even without that, it is obvious that van Zieks is most definitely talking about more than drinking tea. It's a feeling he's accustomed, like a word continually on the tip of his tongue. Something that he is vaguely aware of, but unsure of the details that fill in its silhouette.
His posture is straight without the military tension in his broad shoulders, comfortably and naturally so when he takes his seat and returns to his tea. Over the rim of his cup, he is honest without fear of being called an idiot. ]
... I would not know.