((A looot of stuff's happened hun! Sorry it took so long to reply! .... 4 months is ridiculous for me. ;-; ))
Toshi tilted his head. "Well, I suppose when you're done reading it, you could give it back." he gave a shy, teasing smile and checked the heat of the small pot of tea he'd brought. Finding that it was still warm, he swirled it a bit to ensure it didn't settle, and poured the haka a fresh cup.
Toshi pushed a lock of his yellow-blonde hair out of his face as it fell in front, and shifted his weight, setting the teapot down. "No, I don't suppose I have." he mused. "Of course, many of the haka I meet are either apalled by my gracelessness..." he gave a shrug. "Or they are cruel to me because of it. Even the ones who do offer for me, my mother refuses. He's... picky? I suppose."
