"This is just nasty."

Touka turns to her right and sees a certain half-ghoul grimacing at the instant coffee he made earlier on, trying his best to not gag at the cheap taste as he downs the entire beverage, ignoring the scalding itchiness at the back of his tongue and throat. "Suck it up. The coffee machine is out-of-commission at the moment." She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she tunes her focus back to her laptop.

He sticks his tongue out, making an unnecessary, dramatic show of just how disgusting the stuff is as he leans forward to place the mug onto her coffee table lightly; if only he could slam the ceramic and break the glass but Touka will probably break him too.

"What are you doing?" He leans to his left, purposely bumping into her shoulder and leaning his heavy head against it, taking in the warmth he yearns for every day even if he's hugging her.

Touka tries to shrug off the white lump as she complains with a grunt, "You're heavy."

"Stop moving, you're comfy."

"Urgh, you insufferable prick."

"You love this prick."

"Say that again and I'm closing this page."

Kaneki looks at what this is and sees Top 10 Best Coffee Machines written in big, bold letters and feels every fibre and atom in him lighting up because fuck instant coffee.

His tsunami of happiness comes to a screeching halt when Touka shuts her laptop and announces, "Fuck this expensive shit. Let's go get Starbucks instead."