[ Alberto's finally getting some composure (or something like it), and at long last, thankfully decides to wipe away his tears, sweat and snot... on his shirt sleeve. The offered napkin has been licked, he wouldn't wipe his face with that, that'd be nasty! Obviously.
He sips more milk, eyeing Katsuki dubiously over the lip of the cup as he scoffs amusedly at Alberto's question. Alberto fails to see the humor in his answer, though. He asks a follow-up question just as earnestly, voice tempered despite the slight rasp. ]
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He sips more milk, eyeing Katsuki dubiously over the lip of the cup as he scoffs amusedly at Alberto's question. Alberto fails to see the humor in his answer, though. He asks a follow-up question just as earnestly, voice tempered despite the slight rasp. ]
What do people think you are?