That still doesn't mean you want coffee on your shoes!

[ It's hard to take in just how small Riz is as he jumps up from his seated position to on his hands and knees in front of Dazai, remorsefully mopping up the spill with fistfuls of napkins. He'd always been taught to clean up after himself (it's only polite!), and he's honestly just mortified at his gaffe, large, bat-like ears pinned tightly to the sides of his head, carefully kneeling around the spill so that his formal trousers don't get equally as soiled.

Man, he's gotta get less jumpy. He has a gun. It's not a good combination, to be as paranoid as he is, as easily startled as he is, and to have access to a firearm at all times.

He glances up at Dazai's question. ] I guess I'm a regular here? It's the only coffeeshop around, so... [ He clears his throat, finally getting back up and tossing out wads of sodden napkins. ] I just get black coffee. But it's magic -- literally just think about what you wanna drink, and it'll show up on the counter.

[ Maybe this stranger's more of a caramel macchiato kinda guy. Who knows? ]