[It was apparently a lucky thing for Thad that he'd never really taken to sugar, usually he was good with just a little honey in his tea, but today he was tempted to forgo even that. For today was the day that a hulking man had decided all the sugar was for him, and him alone. At first, seeing an armor-clad adult tear open tiny packets of sugar and dump them on a table had merely been one of the oddest (and most perturbing) little 'quirks' he'd been witness to thus far.
And did he seriously just dip his finger in it and lick it? Gross!
But when he moved on to actively bogarting the little packets from other people and claiming they were 'restricted substances' the quirk went from odd (and messy!) to obnoxious.]
"No, they're not."
[The haughty indignant response practically comes out on automatic, as he now stood there near the last person to get their hand slapped by a baton, with a sour look on his face and tea clutched in hands, probably looking about as intimidating as a yapping chihuahua next to this Judge.]
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And did he seriously just dip his finger in it and lick it? Gross!
But when he moved on to actively bogarting the little packets from other people and claiming they were 'restricted substances' the quirk went from odd (and messy!) to obnoxious.]
"No, they're not."
[The haughty indignant response practically comes out on automatic, as he now stood there near the last person to get their hand slapped by a baton, with a sour look on his face and tea clutched in hands, probably looking about as intimidating as a yapping chihuahua next to this Judge.]