[ Alberto accepts the offered milk, picking it up with both hands and downing the whole glass, some of it even dribbling in his haste. There totally aren't tears in his eyes, no... He slams the cup down on the tabletop just as he had the water, now expecting it to refill magically (though maybe confused about how the magic is more about the table than the slamming) and downs another glass of milk. This one he sips with slightly less urgency, though his breathing is still sharp and deep between gulps, nostrils flaring as he inhales. His gaze is focused on his milk until he finishes, but then lands on Katsuki to finally acknowledge how he's laughing at his pain... Alberto sure isn't laughing. This was unpleasant. ]
Hehhhh... Phew... Holy shrimp... I-It's not funny, guy...! Jeez... H-How can you eat that?!
[ He calls Katsuki "guy" pointedly, as if it's his name, though also a bit disdainfully. His voice is still breathy from the lingering spiciness, but the milk did help considerably. No thank you, though; he's still feeling betrayed... ]
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Hehhhh... Phew... Holy shrimp... I-It's not funny, guy...! Jeez... H-How can you eat that?!
[ He calls Katsuki "guy" pointedly, as if it's his name, though also a bit disdainfully. His voice is still breathy from the lingering spiciness, but the milk did help considerably. No thank you, though; he's still feeling betrayed... ]