Shit! Shit! Shit! I dropped it! A trail of milk passes in front of you. Zarislav laughs Hehe... I'm sorry about that. My fingers slipped. Upside down, he looks at you, smiling as usual. The two of you float into the cabin, surrounded by all the elements of your breakfast Would you mind grabbing it for me? Before it spills all its contents. He glances at the milk pouche he's dropped, drifting nonchalantly past you, continuing to pour milk into the air
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