[Rather than pass off the bottle, he holds out one of the glasses so Junpei can take it. The other, his, he puts down beside him when he sits on the couch opposite Junpei, but facing.] Is it good, Junpei-san? I don't think I have had any before. Sometimes, I wish there was sake. [He peels the wrapping off and then wiggles the corked cap out of the neck.
He holds the bottle out slowly, tipped. He's offering to fill Junpei's glass because... well, he's not a woman, but he's still Japanese.]
The store only had this one, however. I was hoping it was okay.
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[Rather than pass off the bottle, he holds out one of the glasses so Junpei can take it. The other, his, he puts down beside him when he sits on the couch opposite Junpei, but facing.] Is it good, Junpei-san? I don't think I have had any before. Sometimes, I wish there was sake. [He peels the wrapping off and then wiggles the corked cap out of the neck.
He holds the bottle out slowly, tipped. He's offering to fill Junpei's glass because... well, he's not a woman, but he's still Japanese.]
The store only had this one, however. I was hoping it was okay.