[D is making tea, and for all intents and purposes he is doing it with as little thought as possible. The movements are automatic, and if he idly wonders about whether he should get more cookies he doesn't have to think about anything else. He is - tired of thinking. Tired of cocoa boxes and tired of this city, and yet, here he is.
He's just tired. Fortunately he stops himself from giving the tea an undeservedly dark look as he arranges another tray and brings it back out, and—
where the hell did his nosy guest go, goddamn it]
Hakon— [damn it?? The tray is set down hastily before he turns to go towards the back of the shop, where Hakon must have gone because there really isn't anywhere else to go. Until reaching the back of the shop itself, which - well. He should have left a trail of breadcrumbs, probably, if D wasn't immediately going to march after him.]
don't make it weird
He's just tired. Fortunately he stops himself from giving the tea an undeservedly dark look as he arranges another tray and brings it back out, and—
where the hell did his nosy guest go, goddamn it]
Hakon— [damn it?? The tray is set down hastily before he turns to go towards the back of the shop, where Hakon must have gone because there really isn't anywhere else to go. Until reaching the back of the shop itself, which - well. He should have left a trail of breadcrumbs, probably, if D wasn't immediately going to march after him.]