wakiya: how do you want your coffee?

diago: black *whispers* like my soul

wakiya: *hands him cup*

diago: *sips* *is disgusted*

wakiya: you still haven't developed a taste for the bitterness?

diago: shut up *drinks again* *spits it out*

wakiya: *sighs* i'll go make you hot choclate *walks away*

diago: i love you